If You Are Waiting For Requests You’ve Sent Me To Be Posted I SWEAR They’ll Be Done Soon, I’ve

i would say i support women's rights and wrongs, but my girl did nothing wrong and i love her.

he is irresistible

maybe if i affirm enough, i’ll start to believe it....

i don’t find jonah simms attractive

i don’t find jonah simms attractive

i don’t find jonah simms attractive

i don’t find jonah simms attractive

i don’t find jonah simms attractive

i don’t find jonah simms attractive

i don’t find jonah simms attractive

i don’t find jonah simms attractive

i don’t find jonah simms attractive

it didn’t work

respect girls with a chubby tummy respect girls with stretch marks respect girls with big thighs respect girls with hairy arms respect girls and their clothing of choice respect girls and their privacy respect girls and their confidence respect girls and their rights respect girls who arent fully transitioned yet respect girls with scars respect girls who like girls respect girls who like both guys and girls respect girls who are asexual

respect girls. dont treat them as objects.

Being a girl is: wanting to go to bed early but deciding to just get on tumblr/wattpad/Ao3 for a little bit and then end up finding a fic series that you really like and read until well past your usual bedtime then keeping on because it’s already past your bedtime. Then being mad when you wake up in the morning because you overslept your timer.

REGGIE AT THE END HOLY SHIT

listen before i go(golden era)

just a little blurb i wrote on wattpad. 

tw: references to suicidal thoughts, death, blood. please read with caution

Three months prior

   Aurora stared at her reflection in the mirror. High aristocratic cheekbones, as if carved identically from her father’s face and green eyes as if color-matched to her papa’s. But they were shattered, unlike those of the man whom they matched.

   Her eyes shifted to the black inky black mark that now covered her left forearm. The mark that she’d gotten out of spite. A foolish reason to sell your soul to the devil, but she was her father’s daughter, both of them known to do reckless things.

   She just wanted to be seen. They’d abandoned her when she was a baby, both of them leaving her to grow up alone. Only to show up fourteen years later, for him-Potter- their best mate’s son. Not for their only daughter who was slowly breaking inside.

   They’d cast her aside like a chew toy with too many holes in it, opting for the shiny Gryffindor golden boy. She wasn’t him.

   Aurora now a legal adult in their world, didn’t need them anyway. She’d moved out of Grimmauld Place the moment they walked through the door, leaving a shocked silence in her wake. Disbelief at her existence, for one, thought she was dead, and the other too much of a coward to admit what he’d done.

   And now, Aurora stared at the mark that tainted her skin with tears painting her pale cheeks, wishing to every deity out there that she was dead.

   Unaware of the bespectacled boy who’d seen her.

※※※

   "She’s one of them.“ He said boldly at dinner two nights later. All chatter stopped, eyes finding the boy-who-lived.

   "Who’s one of what?” Remus Lupin questioned quietly.

   "That Aurora girl, the one who was dating Cedric. She’s one of his followers now.“ Sirius’s fork dropped out of his hand, hitting the plate with a hollow clatter. "I saw her,” he continued, oblivious to the rapidly paling faces of the men next to him, “she was in the room of requirements staring at the mark on her arm.”

   Fred shoved his chair away from the table and stood, “I’m going to bed,” he said before striding from the room.

   "Well-“ Ron starts, "it was bound to happen, she’s a Slytherin, they’re all death-eaters. She’s horrible too, I don’t know how Diggory could stand her, she’s got no friends, always glares at Harry and us in the halls-”

   George slams his fist on the table, “shut up Ronald. She has got friends, you just have your head too far up your arse to see it.” He like his brother abruptly stands from the table before striding out of the room.

   Sirius is the next to leave, pale-faced and shaky. Harry tried to catch his arm in an attempt to speak with the distraught man, but the former prisoner slipped away quickly.

   But nothing could ever compare to Remus Lupin’s figure. He looked to be on the verge of tears because after all, this was his fault. He left her on the steps of that orphanage, willingly abandoning his daughter in the face of grief, and now he had to pay the consequences.

※※※

now

    Aurora darted throughout the department of mysteries hallways, dodging curses, and firing hexes back. Her hair had come free of her mask and was flowing like a flag as she ran.

   "You’ll have to do better than that Potter!“ She heard Bellatrix cackle ahead of her. Skidding to a stop, Aurora looked around, eyes drinking in the fights going on.

   Potter was attempting to duel her father’s cousin, but it seemed to be more of him ducking from her spells than a proper duel.

   "Come on Aurora! Join the fun!” Just as members of the Order began to arrive, Bellatrix laughed and eyes immediately went to the youngest member of Voldemorts group.

   Aurora could hear whispers now, coming from the dais in front of her, one of them sounded like Cedric, the others unfamiliar.

   "Don’t do it, love, I know you’re hurt, but this won’t make it better.“

   She clenched her jaw, her cold gaze meeting that of her father’s. Green clashed with grey and he eventually looked away, unable to view the hatred in her gaze any longer. The girl watched him rush to Potter’s aid, before locking her gaze on her other father, the one who’d caused her so much pain.

   The one who’d given her up and tossed her aside for Potter. Before her brain could catch up with itself, she reached up and ripped the mask from her face.

   Aurora Hope Lupin-Black stood in front of the Order of The Phoenix, a cold sneer on her face.

   And then the spells started flying until it was her father and his cousin taking everyone’s attention. She saw it coming before he did.

   A jet of red light flew from the end of Lestrange’s wand. Reducto. It would have ripped his chest to pieces had it hit him.

   But there was a blur of fabric and then silence.

   Bellatrix Lestrange stared in horror at what she’d done. For she’d cared for the girl.

   Sirius Black stared in horror at the figure of his daughter laying on the ground in front of him, crimson staining her side.

   Remus Lupin froze, eyes finding the now limp figure of his daughter at his husband’s feet.

   Someone screamed.

   Aurora’s lips parted as she fell, green eyes wide with fear.

   The whispers were louder now, she could hear their voices clearly, calling to her.

   "Aurora.” Sirius breathed, horror still painted across his features. He crouched down, rolling the girl onto her back, hands coated in crimson as he attempted to stop the bleeding from the torn flesh of her side.

    Her wide green eyes looked up into his, before lazily moving toward the identical ones of Remus Lupin who’d crouched at her other side.

   "Sorry I wasn’t good enough,“ she whispered, breaking eye contact with the two of them, "had to be good one last time.”

   Sirius let out a sob, he’d spent thirteen years thinking she was dead, and now, after just finding out she was alive, he’d lose her again.

  “It’s okay,” a faint smile crossed her face, “you have Harry, you don’t need me.”

   Tears painted both men’s faces. “I’m so sorry.” Remus cried, “I thought you’d be safer!” He presses his head into her unwounded side.

   "Sorry can’t save me now.“ Her voice was barely a whisper. "But I forgive you, I just wanted a family.”

   For the final time, Aurora Hope Lupin-Black smiled, as the light left her pale green eyes, her body going limp in their arms.

   Sirius Black screamed. His voice full seventeen years’ worth of pain, pain for the little girl he left behind thirteen years ago.

   Remus Lupin sobbed, for he left his baby alone, when they needed each other the most, and never went after her.

   Both men cradled the body of their daughter in their arms, unaware of the eyes upon them.

   The sharpest, a pair of pale green eyes from beyond, full of sadness and relief. For she was free, and she had a family now.

   Aurora Hope Lupin-Black turned, walking toward a man with long dark hair. Her hand grasped his and he led them toward a group of people, waiting with open arms to welcome the girl home.

izzie stevens is criminally underrated. where are the fanfics??? even better, wlw fanfics???

maybe when i actually get out of my writers block i should write some .. this is greys anatomy officially entering my masterlist

MAKES ME FERAL

ALL I KNOW IS THIS COULD EITHER BREAK. MY. HEART. OR BRING IT BACK TO LIFE!

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐑𝐔𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄.

robin buckley, eddie munson, steve harrington.

The best thing about finally watching "Dead Poets society" was definitely going "oh, they're gay", going on Tumblr, and discovering that, (of course) everyone else has come to the same conclusion.

this is so real

You know that feeling when you engage with a piece of media you've been meaning to engage with for literal years and then you finish it and you're like... why did I ever wait.

Dead Poets Society. I just watched it. Life changing.