of mudlands and yellow acacia

[thewanderinghours]

sometimes i think abt breaking my arm or getting seriously maimed lmfao and these r the only moments when i think i have issues otherwise i am perfectly normal

[jesterlesbian]

I LOOOOOVE GAY PEOPLE I LOVE BEING GAAAAYYY FOREEVERR

[thewanderinghours]

Criminal law final in t-12 hours !!

[thewanderinghours]

Clearly game changers/heated rivalry took its 2010s gay inspiration from many of the ancient texts, but I think one thing we're all ignoring is Shane Hollanders jersey number...reminiscent of one of the founding fathers of mlm ships in the 2010s # Stiles Stilinski.

[thewanderinghours]

the way that i never gave a fuck abt timothee until the regulus fancast started making its rounds and now he's a dear friend i once picked apples with in papas orchard

[thewanderinghours]

hp resurgence makes me wonder when the day will come when wolfstar fanfic gets bookified mortal instruments style. it’s been a long time man, need one of us to go for it.

[thewanderinghours]

keep opening my phone to the new likeafunerall art and losing my cool

[thewanderinghours]

first fic i ever bookmarked on ao3 a decade ago I saved with the tag uwu....fuck my stupid baka life

[thewanderinghours]

cadence beginning years some of the best fiction you could ever find, nothing captures the care free feeling of youth more...

[thewanderinghours]

i awaken after 5 years and also everything before that was fake i am not a fiction writer lmao, to write wolfstar 😭 for the first time in my life i’m completely captivated by something to the point where i can flesh the characters out myself

[thewanderinghours]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[thewanderinghours]

i awaken after 5 years and also everything before that was fake i am not a fiction writer lmao, to write wolfstar 😭 for the first time in my life i’m completely captivated by something to the point where i can flesh the characters out myself

[thewanderinghours]

sometimes u scour the tag of a ship like you're the general and this is your dominion and you've finally conquered every corner of the edges of the world, the next moment you're in an author's bookmarks and it seems...they've been doing this far better and for far longer... turn in your badge, take off your cap, you can only pray for absolution.

[thewanderinghours]

you'd know all about the madness within, wouldnt you....

[thewanderinghours]

i love the world of marauders fanfiction bc every single character is gay lmao like it doesn't even matter at all how absurd it is, even the villians r gay the side characters r gay hell voldemorts gay.

[thewanderinghours]

can i be real, some of you drarry truthers need to watch eyewitness

[thewanderinghours]

the truth of the matter is idgaf if it’s marauders if u like harry potter anything in THIS day and age u better be ashamed. like that’s a dark secret take it to the grave.

[thewanderinghours]

There was an old folktale born in these moorish hills. One of many, one of spirits and light, things seen in the dark of night, of somewhere distant and unknown. As the years went on, sightings became stories, made up and passed on by old men alone–headlights in the hills–unearthly lights on the horizon. 

For James, raised on the other side of these mountains, these sayings held meaning. Stories he was raised off of, the kind of thing you just might believe if you grow up around it. High school pranks and late night escapades daring each other to go out there and see for themselves. Early mornings between the hills, silence and noise, the slow morning mist and the tingling sense of something other. 

That overwhelming sort of mysticism had always stuck with him, even when he moved out of the rolling hills and into the city, separated from the culture and the history, each time he returned home it was like being snapped back into his own body and realm. This time was no different. 

Passing through the winding city of trees, fir and fern, turning in the wind and into the Brown Mountains of the Blue Ridgeline with Sirius in the passenger seat beside him, it seemed inevitable that this would be the place for them to stop.