I Always Feel Like Somebody's Watching Me...

imagine being éowyn in the lord of the rings trilogy. your uncle the king is being mind controlled by an evil wizard until said evil wizard's cooler version shows up and frees him. he is accompanied by an elf, a dwarf, and the hottest guy you've ever met. the hot guy also happens to be 87 years old and maybe still not over his immortal elf girlfriend but he respects and listens to you so you're shooting your shot. your geriatric hotguy situationship turns you down the night before the biggest battle ever then goes ghost hunting in the mountains. you decide to go to battle because you'll either help save your people or die in a really cool and honorable way. you then kill middle earth satan's number one henchman with the power of loophole and being a woman (you are also helped in doing this by a 4 foot tall stoner). then you get to marry faramir. 10/10 no notes my girl went through it all

PSA to everybody not sure why we're celebrating the Ides of March, let me break it down.

The Ides of March is basically a fancy name for the 15th of march, which is the date that Julius Caesar got stabbed multiple times by several members of the senate and other faculty.

Julius Caesar was an asshole. He put legislature in place that would make him a defacto king of Rome, something that had been prevented for hundreds of years due to the fact that the last time Rome had kings they were also Assholes, created TWO WHOLE NEW F*CKING MONTHS JUST FOR HIS FAMILY (August for Augustus and July for himself) which meant that all the numerical months (October, December etc) got pushed out of place. He was also responsible for the fall of the Egyptian empire because he decided he wanted to get feisty with Cleopatra

And to top it all off, he was responsible, FOR THE BURNING OF THE LIBRARY OF ALEXANDRIA!!!!! WHICH IF NOT FOR IT'S DESTRUCTION WOULD'VE MEANT THE CONTINUATION OF HUMAN DEVELOPMENT, AND THUS HAD HUMANKIND AT THE INDUSTRIAL REVOLUTION BY THE TIME WE REACHED JESUS CHRIST(Though I'm not absolutely sure about the numbers on that one somebody fact-check me).

And he's also a big symbol of governmental corruption for the gain of already powerful figures.

»Look,« I say, »There's Venus, the evening star, named after the godess of love and beauty, because in the night everything can be pretty.«

You don't answer, you don't even look up from the ground where you've been pulling out blades of grass.

»See,« I say, after some time of you staring at the ground and me staring at the sky, »There's Ursa Major, a polar bear to guide us on our way.«

This time you let out a little »hmmp« sound, but you continue your activity of strewing grass over your legs.

»From there,« I say, after I've waited for you to say something, anything, »You can find Ursa Minor, with the North star to protect us.«

Now you sigh very silently, maybe you're tired or bored.

»Over there,« I say, pointing into the sky, »Is Orion, the hunter, to bring clarity to our journey.«

You hum under your breath, examining a leave with more interest than you've ever showed me.

»And this,« I say, one last attempt to talk to you, »Is Sirius, the brightest star in the sky, resident in Canis Major, to help us-«

Before I can end my sentence, you get up from the ground brushing the grass from your trousers, and all I can do is watch your silhouette against the night sky, as you wander away from me.

I don't see you often in the following months, and now youre looking at the sky, now that I can't see it through the ground.

Sirius clings to his mother and cries twice in his life, no more and no less. It helps that he usually expresses his emotions through anger as opposed to tears but almost spitefully he refuses to let her see any emotion from him. If she wanted a proper perfect statue he would give her one. The first time, he was seven. He hardly remembers it, but she'll never let the memory go, even if it becomes distorted over time.

He was playing the piano, one of the only lessons he took any interest in. She was watching him play, as he had been preparing the piece for a week now. Towards the end, Regulus, who had been sat on the ground outside the room listening in, has a burst of accidental magic. One of the first displays of it, as well as one of his first displays of jealousy. A few of the strings snap inside the instrument, making the keys silent, and before Walburga can realise what is going on, the lid slams shut on his fingers. She rushes over and lifts the lid, taking his hands to check that they are okay. Sirius tries his best not to cry but when he sees Regulus in the doorway and his mum runs her thumb over his fingers to make sure he's okay, he can't help it. The tears fall silently and she only notices when she glances up to ask if he can feel anything. He shuffles closer and she wraps an arm around his shoulder, pulling him closer as he sobs.

As he had gotten older and gone to school, he trusted her with his emotions less, eventually growing to despise her for her high standards and backwards ideologies. He leaves and tells himself that he has no emotional attachment to anybody from the family anymore, especially not her.

But when he discovers Regulus' disappearance through a small article in the paper, he isn't even thinking as he gets on the tube and walks to Grimmauld. He finds himself at his old home, sat on the bottom doorstep asking himself what he was doing. He doesn't knock, and is trying to find the strength to stand up when the door opens. It isn't Kreacher's bitter face he is met with, and his father was always dead so there was no way it would be him. It was Walburga. She stares for a while, then addresses him by his name, with the implication of 'what are you doing here?'. He can't answer. The anger he'd normally have bubbling away is gone and all he can do is try not to break.

Minutes pass in silence before he says anything and she stays exactly where she is, looking down her nose at him. When he eventually does speak, all he says is 'it's true?'. She nods and his chin trembles. She thinks he's angry but he's just exhausted. Stupidly, he moves towards her, not even thinking as he leans his head on her chin and gently grips the fabric at the bottom of her skirt as he starts to sob. It's pathetic but he can't even control what he's doing.

And she can't help it either, she may be furious that he had left and 'destroyed' the family but that's the boy she held close while Orion was bitching on about how quickly she could be recovered enough to make appearances with 'his' heir. And Sirius looked so much like her baby brother Alphie when he was upset. So she sinks to the ground, getting dirt on her expensive dress, and holds her baby to her chest, staring out across the road in silence. She shushes him and runs her fingers through his hair, now almost long enough to reach his elbows. Sirius wouldn't mention it to anybody else when he got back home and he tries not to think about it but for Walburga, it shifts her entire perspective on him in the last few years of her life.

"If you use em dash in your works, it makes them look AI generated. No real human uses em dash."

Imaging thinking actual human writers are Not Real because they use... professional writing in their works.

Imagine thinking millions of people who have been using em dash way before AI becomes a thing are all robots.

REBLOG IF YOU'RE A HUMAN AND YOU USE EM DASH

james potter and regulus black - a story that was never written, yet everyone somehow feels it in their bones.

they come from different worlds, but maybe that’s exactly why their paths keep pulling toward each other. james is chaos, freedom, laughter, the sun rising over hogwarts. regulus is the shadow, the cold weight of duty, the sky right before a storm.

they were never supposed to cross paths, but if they did… it would be like a supernova. bright, brief, and bound to end in disaster.

and the more you read or write about them, the harder it gets to shake the feeling that somewhere, in some parallel universe, they actually chose each other.

born last and died first, james potter never lived in a world without his best friends

hey if you're trans in the us i love you. hey if you're queer in the us i love you. hey if you're a person of color in the us i love you. hey if you're a woman in the us i love you. hey if you're disabled in the us i love you. i love you i love you i love you