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she/her // 22 help I’m in too many fandoms voltron veteran o7 I barely survived the byler queerbait of ‘25

[skz-miroh-deactivated20220804]

So you’re telling me i can’t spend my life holed up in my room watching my comfort shows, reading on ao3 and sleeping ??

[bbluesidess]

mike kissing will so hard he falls over >>>

also gave will a lil mullet because long hair will deserves more love

[viria]

a choice to be made (Grimmauld Roommates AU)

[ssentinl]

[karust]

:(

[fioblah]

holdin on

tip jar

[richieee707]

Guys I have a new obsession, and I don't regret a thing

[theastralhymn]

I don't think Regulus Black ever wanted to leave.

I think that's the part people forget.

He wasn't a martyr who welcomed the end, nor a hero chasing glory. He was eighteen. He had people to love, apologies left unsaid, a brother he still hoped would one day look at him without anger. He had a future he hadn't finished imagining.

I think, even as the Inferi pulled him beneath the water, he was still trying to make it back.

Still fighting.

Still reaching.

Still believing that if he could hold on for one more second, there had to be another way. A way where Voldemort fell and he still got to go home. A way where Sirius was safe and he was there to see it. A way where James laughed too loudly, where his friends grew older beside him, where his mother found peace, where life continued with him still inside it.

I don't think his final breaths were a scream.

I think they were names.

Sirius.

James.

Barty.

Evan.

Pandora.

Dorcas.

Walburga.

Narcissa.

Not because he wanted them to remember him.

Because he couldn't bear the thought of letting them go.

As the water closed around him, he held onto the only things it couldn't carry away: the people he loved. He kept their names close, as if saying them one last time meant they would stay with him, even if he couldn't stay with them.

People call it a noble sacrifice.

I think it was something far more heartbreaking.

A frightened eighteen-year-old with his whole life waiting for him, still hoping that somehow, somehow, he'd get to come home.

[eeniiart]

Soft kisses <3

[xrusos]

Luke reaches out, half-asleep in the quiet of the night, to wrap his fingers around Din’s arm, to let his warmth ground him in space.

For the new chapter of Oh the Things We Left Behind by @furiosophie which is coming soon! This is a couple hours before this 

[myomikan]

Not yet.

Since I am granted the honor to pre-read “Oh the things we left behind” by @furiosophie I have to give smth back! Go read it!!!

[loserrsquad]

yeah i don’t think im ever getting off the bus

[amberstruck]

the confession: pt 2 to my byler comic I posted a few days ago

[miwiheroes]

dont even rn

[starchaser-thewise]

I miss the bakusquad

[arsonisticartichokes]

Bakusquad birthday shenanigans! :)

[drawthefae]

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