This Is So Beautiful And I Love It

Noooo pleeeease 😭😭😭

My friend @mike-wheeler-is-gay said to post about stupid shit so @mike-wheeler-is-gay I'm banning you from the daycare

controversial writing tip

open a document and start writing

I had no idea what to say lol

Was trying to flirt with @mike-wheeler-is-gay , I think I did pretty well

(it's ok because I'm gay lol)

reblog if you think aros and aces (or anyone on the aroace spectrum) are queer

trying to prove something to my mother ^^

I'm trying to find reasons i can't sleep and everything is mentioning caffeine. Which yes that's obvious. But it's also so obvious that no one is telling anything else that makes sense.

It's a bit funny too somehow. I had half a cup of coffee a little past noon and now i can't sleep at 4 am

PSA: Tumblr/Wordpress is preparing to start selling our user data to Midjourney and OpenAI.

you have to MANUALLY opt out of it as well.

to opt out on desktop, click your blog ➡️ blog settings ➡️ scroll til you see visibility options and it’ll be the last option to toggle.

to opt out on mobile, click your blog ➡️ scroll then click visibility ➡️ toggle opt out option.

if you’ve already opted out of showing up in google searches, it’s preselected for you. but you also have to opt out for each blog you own separately, so if you’d like to prevent AI scraping your blog i’d really recommend taking the time to opt out. (source)

Ow.

traitor - @jegulus-microfic - word count: 248

“I…I don’t understand,” James whispered, tears falling softly from his cheeks.

“I know,” Regulus murmured, looking down, his stomach like lead.

James blinked, his hand reaching forward, slowly circling around Regulus’s bare arm.

Well- not bare. Bare would mean clean. Unblemished. His arm was Marked and scarred with deep black lines and ink. 

A thumb brushed softly over the newly-branded skull and snake on Regulus’s pale skin.

“It’s…it’s a joke. You’re joking, right, Reg? Trying…trying to make me mad?”

The frenzied, desperate hope in James’s voice made the tears fall from Regulus’s eyes, too, and it was all he could do to pull his arm away and turn his back.

“No, James. No.”

“Why, Reg?” James’s voice broke at that, so raw and vulnerable that Regulus almost fell to the floor with the weight of his choice. But he couldn’t go back now.

“I…I’ve always told you. This is who I am. I’m…They…I had to,” Regulus whispered, his back still turned, his hands shaking. The half-truths ate at him just as much as James’s ruined expression. “I…I made my choice.”

‘We’ll find Sirius and Potter,’ Walburga had threatened. ‘It’s you or them.’

“You didn’t have to do anything,” James responded. But his voice was angry, now.

Then help me, Regulus wanted to yell. Do something.

But as he whipped around to look at James, all he saw was devastation and fury.

“Traitor,” James spat, before exiting the room.

And Regulus fell to the floor, sobs tearing through him.

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petition to rename the usa ‘south canada’