Evie

Mediator. I write stuff sometimes. She/her. Slytherin.

[asliceofoceanmist]

when you're at the humiliation ritual competition and then niall kennedy shows up and invites the guy he frequented chemsex parties with, the girl he went to college with who he kept asking for money to pay off his fuck ups in adulthood, the ex who he got pregnant and cheated on a bunch of times, to his wedding with the guy his brother beat half to death and put in coma in college, and then said brother shows up at said wedding so they can kill each other

[yellow-cat]

actually hate that the bodys response to anything is nausea. ate too much? nauseous. ate too little? nauseous. an imaginary threat got you scared? be nauseous. on your period? you guessed it. sawed into your hand and need to go to the emergency room? perhaps throwing up into your open wound will be of help

[animentality]

[dragon-in-a-fez]

knowing that the past tense of "hang" is "hanged" when it's a method of execution can be very entertaining because you'll be watching a horror movie and someone goes "local legend says a woman was hung in these woods" and you're like "👀 good for her I guess"

[klaasfoto]

Sailing the green waves.

[jackkdaniels]

when i was a kid i decided that killing people was bad therefore war was bad therefore the military was evil. and adults would tell me it's more nuanced than that and i would understand when i grew up. well i'm a grown up now and idk i still think that killing people is bad and war is bad and the military is evil

[isuggestlandback]

If you ever wondered why they call tattoos and piercings "unprofessional" and "unsophisticated"

Source: Lainey Molnar

[4rachn1d]

Just so we are all on the same page, Being kind IS in FACT punk rock

[robs-your-robins]

Two-Face: OK, who knocked up the Bat? That new Robin just twisted my guy's legs up like a pretzel.

Penguin: The kid is an utter monster.

The Riddler: We have got to stop killing parents in this damn city.

[dragon-in-a-fez]

keep thinking about how I wrote in my dissertation about how every time a new form of public/social space emerges it's immediately popular with kids and teenagers who see it as a chance at freedom and then adults colonise it and kick them out. this happened with malls in the 80s and diners in the 50s and pool halls in the 20s. my dad was doing research on this trend in like 1975. and I was like "yeah so this is going to happen to the internet" and then five years later every government suddenly decided to ban kids from everywhere online. I hate being right especially when I don't even get paid for it

[bronzeriot]

Some fake lore I would’ve loved: Claudia as a bestselling murder mystery author whose victims were always Lestat and Armand lookalikes. The victims names always started with a an L or A. Madeline is the female detective that always solves the tragedy’s.

[bronzeriot]

Someone pls write this

[gweelczz]

Blood Run Blacker Down Here. Louis x Stack (PLATONIC)

Louis De Pointe Du Lac x Elias ‘Stack’ Moore (Platonic)

Genre: angst, fluff, smut (not between the two characters!!)

Warnings: mentions of religion and religious beliefs/practices, Violence, swearing, blood and gore, the N word is said multiple times, Threatening, Stack is lowkey an asshole, LESTAT mentioned

Summary: When the sun rose after the massacre, Stack feels the other half of his soul is gone. Without Smoke here with him he leaves Mary, the Juke joint, Sammie and Mississippi in the dust along with the painful memories and heads to the the city that never rests: New Orleans.

Sneak Peek below the cut!!

Blood Run Blacker Down Here

The night bled like a slit throat over New Orleans. Gaslight hissed against damp alleyways, casting a dim glow on brick and bone. The Quarter smelled like perfume and decay, sin steeped into the cobblestones. Somewhere in the distance, a trumpet wailed a note so blue it sounded like God crying in a brothel.

Stack walked like he owned the sidewalk—shoulders broad, steps slow, the way a man moves when he’s got all eternity to kill. His suit was black, crisp, and heavy like funeral silk. Deep burgundy lines stitched into the lapels—barely visible, but they were there if you looked long enough. Blood-colored. Intentional.

Gold glinted in his mouth when he smirked at a drunk stumbling past him. The grill on his teeth sparkled like a buried secret. He wasn’t hungry—not yet. The kill from last night still hummed under his skin like warm molasses. The man had begged in church Latin. Stack had licked the blood off the pew.

He didn’t know what pulled him to New Orleans. Just that something in him—a new something—was drawn to the city like a match to whiskey. Smoke and Stack were always drawn to fire. Now, only one of them was left breathing.

And Stack wasn’t breathing anymore.

He leaned against a wrought iron fence and lit a cigar just to feel the smoke touch his lips. He didn’t need it. He just liked the burn. That’s when he saw him—another suit, another slow walker. Different kind of elegance. Regal. Like sorrow had made him a prince.

The man’s soul, well what was left was darker than the night around him. Skin tawny with a red undertone. Hair slicked back neat, with waves too pretty to be anything but intentional. His suit was the color of moonlight and menace. And when he smiled—oh, he smiled like he’d been alive too long—Stack caught the flash of diamonds on his grill.

Louis.

Coming Soon!

[sexxyysoulaan]

This blog is a safe space for black women 🤎

[femcel-yonce]

They shipping Loustack on twt and I lowkey need it badly

[fates-little-crow]

Set

for @drarrymicrofic prompt | I missed doing these 😭this is stupid lol but a nice, simple dialogue-only return to the micros <3

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"And I finally managed to get them to set out the silverware properly -"

"Wait, you... told them how to set out the silverware at meals?"

"Of course, Harry! Without my intervention, they would have continued to place the soup spoon to the left of the entrée knife. I mean, can you believe they've been doing that since we were in school?"

"..."

"Harry? You don't look nearly as thrilled by my achievement as you should be."

"You are aware you're there to teach charms...?"

"Well, yes, but that does not hinder my ability to provide them with proper etiquette too, now does it?"

"..."

"Harry? Where are you going? ... Harry James Potter, you tell me how wonderful I did right now!"

[onelonelypiano]

in which zoro happens across his painfully straight roommate on a dating app

not the exact scene but the general vibe of a scene in my fic

c0mms on vgen

[oplastuff]

I adore them 🥹