Ai Does Not Belong In Creative Spaces. Period.

This is amazing I love

“Those poor boys”

“She deserves to be punished too.”

“I’m not saying I support rape, but-”

“Sorry to say - she deserved it.”

“She put herself in harm’s way”

“But if she was fingered, then that’s not rape.”

“She ruined their lives.”

My new Roman Empire is Steve being lowkey thick as fuck simply because of cultural changes

Harry who looks like James with his dark skin and wild hair and carefree aura, and has not just lily's eyes but her smile, and her laugh, and her wicked sense of humor, and who carries himself with the same pride that Regulus does, shoulders straight, head up and chin down, mouth pulled into a thin line and firm eyecontact when speaking with authority, and who inherited Mary's take-no-shit, headstrong determination but also her soft, caring, and protective personality

Rewatching big bang theory and Jim Parsons in a maid outfit is just 😘 *chefs kiss*

Beautiful

James who was super inexperienced when he and reg first started dating. He didn't know his own kinks, let alone regs. He was super nervous, he wanted to be good for regulus.

James who becomes a cocky fuck after just three months because regulus turned him into a kinky little shit who knows exactly how good he is.

James who went from nervous touches to manhandling regulus. He worships regulus and he knows just how well he does it.

And regulus... he's never been more turned on in his life by the corruption he caused

fanfiction truly being the savior for everyones sanity

I love this more than myself

Regulus goes to an art museum and pauses when he sees a painting that looks almost exactly like him. A figure of pale skin and gray eyes, dressed in the clothes of the 1400s, and a bundle of flowers in hand. Looking at someone who is only seen by the dark skin and messy curls that peek within the canvas borders, back turned to the viewer.

"Encore" Again, it is titled.

He jumps when a man approaches him from behind. Dark skin and messy curls.

"Hello," he smiles.

Regulus feels as if he knows the man. Like a click of recognition. He felt as if he knew the most intimate details of this person.

"Hello," he replies. A knowing feeling in his soul.

His eyes drift from the painting to the man.

"We meet again," James says, his smile as bright as the day they met in the flower fields in the 1450s.

big fan of when stuff is the color green

Shout out to all the Black ppl that can no longer participate directly in the fandom they love because of the stresses of racism 👍🏾 you contain multitudes of value and I'm sorry that the color of your skin and the power of your voice makes people not want to acknowledge that.