Hi! My name is Chloe, Iām nineteen years old, and my two favorite things in the world are the marauders fandom and Harry Styles! My favorite color is pink, and Iām a reader and writer! Remember to spread love and be kind!
I would the person who tries to talk people out of opening the basement door but also the person who found the haunted house in the first place and brought everyone there
i've never seen a horror movie š i would be the guy that says "but i'd be funny," every time the smart people try to shut down someones horrible idea. and survives long enough so i can say "and then there was x," or "that went well," after our friends die. and then die a horrible and slow death that gives me enough time to address all the gang and tell them to go on without me and tell them how i much love them all and i hope they dont die
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loll I've not seen many horror movies either but if I were in one, id be the type of person trying to lighten up the mood by constantly making jokes and annoying everyone. The reason I die (yeah I'm not surviving till the end) would be cuz I made an offensive joke to whatever's trying to kill us, and the thing decided that my time was up lmaoo
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i don't watch a lot of horror movies but i think id be that one person trying to convince everybody not to go to the haunted house, then end up following them anyways cause i dont want them to die alone without me there (i would feel guilty), and the whole time id just be like, i knew we shouldn't have come here
think arnold from magic school bus(if youve watched it) but i am capable of making smart decisions once in a while
Idk if any of yall are into the Pitt but I started watching it recently (got my brain juices flowing) and I posted a oneshot of it last night. So like. Yeah. Check that out if you like trashy med drama!
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hihi hopefully this isn't rude to ask but when are you updating "and then came a knock"? no rush btw im just curious lol.
love the way it's written x
Hopefully soon if I can. Winter is NOT my season and Iāve been struggling a bit with motivation. Hopefully soon, and when I do update it Iāll DM you to lyk :)
Regulus: Iām gay but James is bi and thereās nothing he loves more than when people ask him if heās gay so he can say, āIām not but my husband is.ā
Barty: Bad News - Regulus and James locked themselves out of their flat.
Barty: Good News - We didn't have to wait around for a locksmith.
Barty: Bad News - Regulus finds it very concerning that I know how to pick locks, and tried to unlock my Tragic Backstoryā¢. I was too embarrassed to admit that the reason I learned it was because, at thirteen, I figured that was the kind of skill that would impress cute girls and I just never told him about it.
Barty: Better News - A cute boy saw me do it.
Barty: Bad News - It was Evan, and since he's already seen me fall out of several trees, cry because I saw a kitten that was just too damn small, and knows I can ride a unicycle, he'll never think I'm cool no matter what I do. It's too late. He knows.
Regulus: Told my step son I couldnāt find the cocoa powder and Harry said, āMaybe someone stole it and hid it behind my bed.ā Which is an oddly specific theory.
Do yall ever think about how Regulus is Sirius's baby?
Like yeah, sure, that's his baby brother but thats also actually his baby.
Sirius is the one who remembers Regulus's first word. He saw Regulus's first steps. He taught Regulus to brush his teeth and was always the one to tuck him into bed. He knew the name off all of Regulus's stuffed animals, knew the order they went on the bed in, and knew which was Regulus's favorite.
Like...guys that's his baby and no one can convince me otherwise.
A little sneak peek into an angsty Jegulus story I've been working on if anyone is interested :) If y'all like this, I'll post a summary of like what I want to do with it later today...
TW: Su!c!dal !deat!on/@ttempt, suggested ED. (Did I censor that right?)
Regulus is still wearing his rehearsal clothes when James finds him ā thick black leggings clinging like a second skin to thin hips, the collar of his dark long sleeve hanging loosely from the jagged center point of his sharp collarbones. He is all fragile bone, sharp edges, and thin skin cold as ice, and James is terrified of him.Ā
āBaby,ā James called quietly. It felt wrong, somehow, to speak at a volume higher than a whisper in this empty parking garage. āRegulus, what are you doing?āĀ
Regulus peeked at him from over his shoulder, thin neck craning to see him. A dark curl fell into his slate grey eyes, red-rimmed and brimming with unshed tears. Looking like he was, curled up into a tight ball and sitting on the ledge of the top floor of a parking garage, James already had a sinking feeling about Regulusās intentions.Ā
āIām okay,ā Regulus whispers desperately, sounding all the world like a confession. Like instead of saying āIām okayā, he was really saying, āIām about two minutes away from bursting apart at the seamsā.Ā
James was slowly edging closer, hands creeping up at his sides. Regulusās eyes were darting around rapidly, looking like a cornered animal with the long edge of his body drawn tight as a bowstring and his thin chest rising and falling rapidly with quick puffs of air.Ā
James was four feet from the ledge now, almost within grabbing distance if he moved quickly enough, and ā
āJames,ā Regulus keened, eyes snapping shut.Ā
āJust breathe, Reg,ā James whispered, terrified that the force of Regulusās panic would snap his frail, bird-like bones.Ā Ā
Regulus inhaled sharply, thenā āI love you, James,ā Regulus whispered, and James had to bite his lip to the point of bleeding to stop the sob from falling out.Ā
āI love you too, Regulus. So much,ā James said. āSo just come down, okay? Let me take you home. Weāve been worried about you.ā Regulus sat up a bit then, and for a moment, James thought he would listen to him. That heād climb down from the ledge, and let James wrap him up tight to keep him warm and to keep all his stray pieces from flying away, and that heād let James spoon-feed him chicken broth and that heād stay safe, and healthy, and alive. James could see the light just at the end of the tunnel.Ā
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