Love Him

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Olivia Rodrigo

Taylor swift

The Maruaders (they make me happy in a sad way)

My friends

Books

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Sirius: Reggie?

Regulus: that’s right, it’s me, your brother. and it’s R.A.B, Sirius!

Sirius: R-E-G-G-I-E, i named you.

Regulus: you ruined my life!

Sirius: how could have i ruined your life? i wasn’t even there!

This is giving me Tonks talking about Remus vibes.

AND BEFORE ANYONE STARTS!

Yes, I'm a maruaders Stan and I adore Wolfstar but I still love Remus and Tonks.

In my mind, their best friends with benefits. Remus lost sirius, Tonks lost her gf (not canon). They were lonely. Remus got Tonks pregnant and since ts frowned upon to be pregnant in the wizarding world and not married, they got married and planned to raise Teddy as besties and tell him the truth when he could understand. Then they were killed and didn't get the chance to tell anyone the truth...

When I think of the years he drank, the scars on his chin, his thinning hair, his eye that still weeps decades after the blow, my knees weaken with gratitude for whatever kept him safe, whatever stopped the glass from cracking and shearing something vital, the fist from lowering, exploding an artery, pressing the clot of blood toward the back of his brain. Now, he sits calmly on the couch, reading, refusing to wear the glasses I bought him, holding the open book at arm’s length from his chest. Behind him the windows are smoky with mist and the tile floor is pushing its night chill up through the bare soles of his feet. I like to think he survived in order to find me, in order to arrive here, sober, tired from a long night of tongues and hands and thighs, music on the radio, coffee– so he could look up and see me, standing in the kitchen in his torn t-shirt, the hem of it brushing my knees, but I know it’s only luck that brought him here, luck and a love that had nothing to do with me, except that this is what we sometimes get if we live long enough, if we are patient with our lives.

“Music in the Morning”, Dorianne Laux

Currently writing a short Black Brothers story with song lyrics tied in and it's destroying me.

This group of gay witches and wizards break my heart

I have never related to a lyric more than I have to "your just a stranger I know everything about"

Percy: This date is boring

Annabeth: it's not a date, percy.

Percy: then why did u invite me?

Annabeth: I didn't. I told u "do not come with me, I'm just going shopping" and you started ranting about being your own independent person and "I don't even listen to the gods why would I listen to you?"

Percy: oh yeah...sor- OMG BLUE COOKIES!!!