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[boyfriendgideon]

haven’t written in ages but here’s three thousand words on clark, lois, and the intricacies of understanding personhood while being a symbol. dropping the link and scurrying away hope u enjoy if u read!

[sentryfiles]

FORST OFF CONGRATS ON A HUNDER LARI THATS AMAZING

SECOND OFF IM GOING TO STOP WRITING IN ALL CAPS NOW

third off, i’d love to see your take on remus and the song lacy by olivia rodrigo

<3 love u and ur writing !!!!

lari's 100th follower bash + send me a song and one of my boys for a drabble

remus + olivia rodrigo's lacey (I feel your compliments like bullets on skin; dazzling starlet, bardot reincarnate; well, aren't you the greatest thing to ever exist?)

the three times remus wanted to confess; and the one time he did.

┊ ┊ ⋆˚ 

he has a plan. he has a speech. he spent his whole weekend thinking of it, thinking of the right words to say. he needed you to know how sweet you were, how your smile made his heart physically hurt and how his fingertips burnt every time he touched your skin. you needed to know he dreamed of your perfume even though it made him dizzy when you were close. and how his thoughts were flooded with your face, your voice, your eyes.

he was drowning, you were the sea, he wasn't a good swimmer.

he brought you flowers, your favorites, surely you never told him that, he just knew. your hands went to his waist, pulling him in a hug as you softly thanked him for the beautiful gift. his heart literally dropped, what if you didn't love him back?

he would never be able to feel your arms around him like that again if he fucked it up by bringing his crush up; it would be better to just forget the whole plan. so he did.

┊ ┊ ⋆˚ 

your lips curl as the tip of your pencil taps annoyingly quickly to the table, his voice calm as you nod repeatedly, making sense of what he was explaining to what you had to do in your paper.

remus feels like he's going to die when you smile and glue your lips to his cheek, "thank you, remmy, it makes so much more sense now. you're a wonderful teacher." wonderful. he's going to remember that. he tries to respond, tries to tell you you're the wonderful one. that your compliments made him feel alive, that he mostly didn't believe in himself but every time you showed him how much you did... he wanted to too.

but instead he just shrugs, tells you it's easy for him to explain it because he had to spend a lot of time trying to understand it as well. he wasn't particularly smart, just had some patience. but he wanted to tell you you're the smart one, the smartest, that opposite to him, you just lacked the patience. but you were brilliant, having someone like you apparently think so highly of him keeps him awake at night and wakes him up at morning. he just asks if you needed help with anything else, though.

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you're his date and his palms are sweaty. you asked him to come with you, going to a wedding alone seemed awfully pathetic and you surely didn't want to get the sad looks and the pity smiles from your cousins because you were single. his tie matched the petit bow in your hair and he can't even savor the sweets from the reception as his stomach twirls around and your family asks him questions and tells him about his eyes and how polite and handsome he is.

some older woman whispers to you that you're lucky, because of him. remus pretends not to hear it but it's the most precious thing he has ever heard in his life even if it isn't true. he's the lucky one to be there.

by the end of the night you're both tipsy and slow dancing to some random song, he's holding your heels behind your back and you're close to him he never wants to leave. he wants to kiss you. to slow dance with you like that every single day.

but he's a coward and when you look into his eyes and he sees everything he loves about you, he can't speak, his friends tell him to just confess, but how can he when you're an angel and he's just some guy?

so he just smiles.

it's torture.

┊ ┊ ⋆˚ 

a girl talks to him so eagerly, her hand touching his arms as if they know each other. maybe they do. he's smiling at her, so earnestly, doesn't look annoyed at all. maybe he's not. your eyes follow every movement, jealousy wasn't kind, it was a bitter lonely bitch, and it had been enjoying your company for a while now.

"who's that?" the first words you tell him as he approaches, you could lie and pretend you tried not to sound spiteful, but you did. remus tells you she's a friend. you make a face and that one wasn't planned.

he knows you too well, you're annoyed, upset. he's not sure why, so he insists on asking, at first he promised to buy you sweets if you told him, bumping his shoulder to yours. but when you refuse his lips turn, actually worried.

"hey, did i do something wrong? are you mad at me? because i—" he looks from you to the floor quickly, chuckling at how pathetic he must sound right now, "don't think i could handle if you were."

you're quick to correct yourself, you're not mad, at all, "just figured you'd tell me if you... you know, started seeing someone." your fingers seem more interesting now than the weight of your words, afraid to look at him because if you did he would know, and that was too embarrassing.

remus was ecstatic though, you were... jealous. of him. he could be wrong, but your mannerisms were too alike his when he saw you with someone. he pulls you to him, his hands cupping your face and making you look at him.

he searches for answers in your eyes before he tries doing anything that could ruin this, "you would know if i was seeing someone." he notices the way your eyes tried avoiding his gaze, disappointed. his answer.

he kisses you, no words necessary, no confession, no flowers. you kiss him back knowingly, as his taste invaded your senses you felt stupid for doubting he would love you. he was perfectly made for you, it is the most obvious thing as his hands reach your waist to pull you closer.

remus pulls away only an inch as is lungs begged for air, his eyes not leaving yours, "love, i think i'm seeing someone." you laugh at his awful joke and kiss him again, glad your tiny jealousy had been worth something beyond embarrassment.

[judit--22]

Hi everyone, I'm doing a project about punk and rock history, for high school, and I'm doing a questionary about general punk facts.

I'd appreciate it if you could answer and share it <3

PUNK

Hello, I'm Judit, a student from Institut d'Alcarràs (Spain) This survey is for my TDR, A high school project. It was made to know the opin

[v7lgar]

i'm thinking about posting where you go, i go fic before the end of this week and keep it short the word count bcuz i didn't really outline the chapters therefore i don't have a chapter count for this fic but i do have a total storyline so i'm just setting certain plot points in every chapter so i know where to end and where to begin.

on second note, i'm totally obsessed w this fic atm so i thank everyone for the hype they (u guys) gave me!!

[gege-wondering-around]

BEAUTIFUL PERSON AWARD! Once you are given this award you're supposed to paste it in the asks of 8 people who deserve it. If you break the chain nothing happens, but it's sweet to know someone thinks you're beautiful inside and out 💕

OMG!! THANK YOU!!!💕💗

you're so kind! You definitely made my day! (Especially after an English exam were i got cooked🤣)

[nothingbizzare]

youve done so much for fugio nation thabk you🙏🙏🙏

OMG I am Happy to hear this !!!! It's an honor!! Thankss

[emilidickinson]

I feel like such a jerk for even thinking this; but I needed to share it with someone, beside my husband.

I have deep infiltrated endometriosis, diffuse adenomyosis and a shitload of nodules currently having a party in my belly.

While this frequently hurts a lot, and makes my dreams of having a child with my husband kinda uncertain, as well as treatment being unclear for now because you know, men don't usually suffer from this so there's not a lot of very extensive research...

I don't worry about it a lot, and can deal with this pain, because it's not stagnant. It comes. It goes. It does whatever.

I have been through a lot worse. The mental pain I went through during my past depressions and times of intense anxiety and panic felt so much worse. It was unbearable.

This shit going on in my belly is not unbearable.

And I feel shitty about what I'm thinking and am going to say next, but I guess it's some kind of jealous ugly thing within me that is like 'if this is the worst thing you have to deal with in your life, thank the gods on your bare knees' when other people with endometriosis feel like it's the end of the world and complain as if it's the worst thing that could possibly happen to them. Fuck now it's not, it can be a lot worse.

And rationally I know feelings are allowed to be there. And everyone deals with shit differently. And for some people this may be more terrifying than anything they've ever been through. And I'm honestly happy for them that this is the worst they've been through in their life (so far). Endometriosis is not some nice thing to suffer from.

But I have suffered so much and it kinda makes me irrationally angry that they think they have it awful, when I had it worse.

Anyway, I'm never going to say this on popular social media, because it makes me feel like a vindictive little shit. And I don't actually want to invalidate their feelings. Which are very real for them.

But this is how I every now and then experience their ranting on social media, and it feels like this dirty secret. And now I have it out here. And I can breathe.

[cococookiedraws]

Can u please do one where Mari vists or one where Natalie tells hawk moth to get a new lair because the entire city can see his window

OH MY GOODNESS THIS IS GOLD