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Hello! You can call me Jam or Michael !! I am a minor and are a medically recognised system! I use any/all prns.

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weepingdog

This fanfic shit is easy

weepingdog

I fucked this up so badly what was i thinking

weepingdog

its not easy

18magnoliastreet

Lily and Sirius doing that trend like “Our friend Remus is going to show you his fossils so you better listen”

And this tall, scarred, already intimidating man wearing a big grandpa sweater walks up and he’s like “hi I’m remus, so this fossil is…”

And Lily and Sirius are in the back holding up fists with angry faces

nibeul

grace in space

[id: It’s three drawings of Grace as a Korean man. In the first and last, he’s wearing his teacher outfit, consisting of a gray suit jacket, a blue shirt with white stripes, a lanyard, and a red tie. In the middle drawing, he’s wearing a shirt with a cat on the San Francisco bridge. In the first drawing, his collar is open, and he’s leaning back while sorting through student papers. In the second drawing, he’s pointing with both hands, and his glasses are askew, hanging from his ears. In the last drawing, he’s pointing again, though one hand also clutches an Earth bean bag. Crayon drawings depicting a cartoon spaceship, Earth, Venus, Mars, the Sun, several stars, and a few meteoroids fill the white space around him. /end id]

huanggugugu

The science pet, always come in handy.

my-castles-crumbling

bruise - @jeggyverses-jegulus-microfic - CW: mentions of Reg's bad home life - word count: 381

“Let me see.”

Regulus, who was waiting for James in one of their normal meeting spots, knew this was coming. The moment they’d crashed into each other on the pitch in the middle of the game, he could see that James was furious with himself.

“Potter, I’m–”

“Reg,” James interrupted in a voice more flat than he’d ever dared use around him before. “Let me see.”

Sighing, he turned to his boyfriend and pulled the sleeve of his robes back, revealing a large, colorful bruise.

James hissed, gritting his teeth and looking away. “Fuck. Fuck.” His body was ridiculously tense, arms crossed and back hunched.

And yeah. Regulus had not anticipated a time when he’d have to comfort someone else about his injuries. But he’d also never anticipated dating James Potter, so the whole word was a bit upside-down, wasn’t it?

“James…”

But when hazel eyes turned to meet him, James looked almost crazed. “I’m so fucking sorry, Reg. I told myself I’d never, ever hurt you, not like your parents, and–”

“Oh, absolutely not, Potter,” Regulus interrupted, crossing his arms and glaring up at the panicking Gryffindor in front of him.

“I–what?”

“You will not compare yourself to the two abysmal humans who did the bare minimum by giving me life. James, we were playing a game. You didn’t mean to hurt me. Hell, you’re one of the only people on the bloody planet who hasn’t hurt me! Who’s made me feel loved and safe! Merlin, you–I trust you! D’you know what that means? So–you don’t get to stand here and–and–negate that just because you fucking accidentally bumped into me during a damn Quidditch game!” He said the whole thing loudly, with much movement of his arms, glaring at James as he did so. But fuck, he needed James to understand somehow, how much he meant to him. How much he adored him, even if he couldn’t say those words properly.

The Gryffindor stood, open-mouthed, staring at him. “I..wow.”

Regulus deflated a little. “Don’t talk about my boyfriend like that,” he murmured weakly.

Finally, the taller boy grinned a little. “Okay. Sorry.”

“Good. Now. Will you please conjure a heating pad and put it on my arm? Some arsehole hit me in Quidditch,” Regulus said loftily, smirking at James.

remusfruitloopin

Sirius calls it 'fucking'

Remus calls it 'shagging'

James calls it 'doing it'

Peter calls it yazoinking/sha-bamming/boinking/Skoodilypooping/going capital B beast mode/boom-baya-boom-bala/boomshakalaka/the devil's tango/'really-in-depth-secret-handshakes'/woohooing/bow-chika-bow-wow/wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am/getting jiggly with it/doing the cupid shuffle/scary

mawofthemagnetar

What do you mean “chat” is now referring to ChatGPT and not twitch chat? What? What? What the fuck? No?

When I address chat I am speaking to a presumed Greek chorus of real human people shitposting on their lunch break, not a machine that devours lakes to covert electricity into slop.

clowngumm

jamzyyx

This is the imaginary I hope my writing creates for readers

anniex137

men’s thighs!!

missmarls

this is so wolfstar coded

stargirl-and-potts

Still thinking about how Grace was always treated as disposable. Kicked out of his passion field for his honesty—underpaid as a (very good) teacher, to the point he can’t afford a car—left alone in a room full of argon with a sample that might kill him, while all the indispensable guys who put him there stood on the other side of the glass and watched. Shoved screaming into a mission that would kill him. And then, then this bonkers little alien who just met him gladly trades years off his life (via extended return mission) to save him. Runs burning through deadly air to keep him from dying. Chooses finally to weave their lives together forever and recreate Grace’s best dreams of Earth to make him happy. No wonder Grace told Rocky he doesn’t have to get him a gift, he’s given him everything. To one little spider guy, Grace is irreplaceable. That’s love.

stargirl-and-potts

And of course Rocky, who flung himself into the impossible trusting his crew would be there, survived a misplanned flight path and his species’ very first venture into space, only to lose every single crewmate with no warning and no understanding — Rocky who drifted for years and years alone with no rescue, no other voice, no one to watch him sleep, no way to even tell Adrian he’s sorry — Rocky found everything he needed in Grace too. Rocky needed a miracle desperately and he got one. He finally hears a voice, and it is kind. It apologizes instantly for frightening him. It laughs with him just for joy at having met. It belongs to this soft silly improbable creature who without knowing him at all meets his trust halfway and tries everything just to be able to speak to him, before they even know they can help each other. Rocky finally found one other soul and it’s wide open. Rocky may have saved Grace but Grace saved Rocky too. Over and over they (we) save each other.

my-castles-crumbling

captain - @jeggyverses-jegulus-microfic - word count: 262

“Oi, Black!”

Regulus, who was walking along a corridor, trying–futilely, now–to sneak down a secret passage and into a hidden room, paused, took a calming breath, and turned toward the voice. “What?” he asked, attempting to make his tone sound unbothered.

It was a seventh-year in his house, a large boy named Belby known for making bets and wagers. “Quidditch match’s coming up,” he said shiftily, crossing his arms and looking down at him.

“I’m aware,” Regulus replied lightly. As if he hadn’t been practicing daily for the upcoming Slytherin-Gryffindor game.

“Well…you’re not going to let me down, right? I have a lot riding on this.” Belby was probably attempting to be menacing, but he just came off rather…whiny. Regulus tried very hard not to roll his eyes.

“Keep yourself together,” he reassured him. “Gryffindor’s shit. Their captain sucks, and their defense is weak. You’ll be fine.”

“Good, good.”

But after Bebly had walked away and Regulus successfully had snuck into the hidden room, he turned, grinning, to what seemed to be the empty air.

Until James Potter appeared out of nowhere, removing his invisibility cloak and giving Regulus a look full of amused annoyance. “‘Their captain sucks?’” he repeated, already moving his hands to Regulus’s waist and crowding him into the wall, his mouth moving to his neck.

“I’m not wrong,” Regulus breathed, smirking, as James began to mouth at his skin. “You always leave marks on my neck, Potter, it’s absolutely ridicu–”

But he cut himself off with a small gasp, James distracting him with a kiss to his throat.

starlitmyre

"what if they fucked" WRONG. what if they ruined each other's lives irreparably. what if there was nothing left but a smoldering heap. what if everything that brought them together twisted and corroded and ripped them apart. and then they fucked.