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[spampai]

HEAVENNNNJNNN FORSAKENNNNN MEEEEEEEEEEEEE-

SHUUUUUUTTY THE FUUUUUUUUU

[ecstarry]

Always / a precious moment of comfort / @star4daisy

“I hate when we fight.” Regulus’ tears had finally stopped. He was used to arguments, confrontations, yet whenever he picked up the slightest change of tone in James, Regulus panicked. He felt a knot in his throat, and as if he had no control, tears streamed down his face.

“I know, love. Me too.” James pulled him closer, he lifted him just enough to place Regulus on his lap, he held him tightly. “I’m sorry for making you cry, I really am.”

Regulus rested his head on James’ chest and didn’t speak until his breathing returned to normal. “It wasn’t you.” 

"What do you mean?"

"It's not anything you say, it's just—James, I'm terrified of losing you. And that fear overwhelms me every single time." Regulus hesitated, afraid of revealing just how much he cared. He had grown accustomed to the warmth that James brought into his life, and the thought of the perpetual cold that his absence would bring was unbearable.

“You won’t lose me, Regulus.” James spoke softly to his ear, holding him as closely as their bodies allowed. 

"One day you might leave, and you might grow tired of fighting, or of me. James, what if you never come back?" Regulus' voice cracked, soft sobs escaping his lips. "I can't see my life without you in it anymore."

"Baby, will you look at me?" James gently lifted Regulus' chin, meeting his teary eyes with a gaze of absolute devotion.

"I will always come back to you."

Regulus' heart skipped a beat. For all of James' sweet offerings of assurance, this felt like the most precious one. "Really?"

"I promise, love." James intertwined their pinkies and, without breaking eye contact, kissed Regulus' finger.

Regulus finally breathed. He would always have James. He would always come back to Regulus.

[panbhonpan]

Who said he wasn't a real Vampire??-

pff- 1 like and I clean it a digitalize it-

[moonsssibi]

hal jordan gender can be anything but i personally like to think he’s ftm whos like 1000% dedicated to come across as the most manliest man to ever which leads to this toxic masculinity thing he only has for himself. and this goes on for a WHILE until post-spectre he like, feels things about his gender again and at this point in his life he has no time to dwell on it bc GL things and his stupid planet is being invaded for the umpteenth time this year. but anyways whenever he has those moments where he feels conflicted in his own body, he gets this feeling of pure guilt and hatred and he’s like ‘nope i’m a guy, i’ve figured this out fully. i’m not going back on my decision’ and slowly overtime he js stops feeling bad abt his fucking emotions (let’s be honest he probably got life changing advice from a stranger 30 fucking billion light years away or someone he knew js lamely threw out a comment on a completely separate topic and he like had an epiphany on a random thursday).

BUT once he’s finally reached inner peace, hal begins to do certain things he thought would make ppl question whether he was a guy. his hair is like number one on this list, i fully fucking believe hal has been rocking the same hairstyle since the air force since it was how a “proper man” styles and grooms himself but now that he’s not trying to conform to stupid gender norms he lets himself grow his hair out and he js has fun with it. but like my point here is that after after everything this man goes through he probably js comes off as gnc and it pleases him. and yh that’s my take on hal gender

[dabiconcordia]

The Climbing Tree The tree was tall but made for climbing branches close to the ground, thick foliage where we could perch concealed from the world like secret birds, branches closely spaced a Jacob's ladder into the airy realm of birds and squirrels and the daydreams of tree climbers by Richard Greene

[bedforddanes75]

i am gonna kiss his face and be very nice to him and put him to bed with a nice cup of tea and a fresh nice clean blanket

[ryudaeng]

Cool person 🫵

me? :o