You can't be a hellenic polytheist and be homophobic.
You can't be a hellenic polytheist and be transphobic.
You can't be a hellenic polytheist and be racist.
You can't be a hellenic polytheist and be anti-imaginate.
You can't be a hellenic polytheist and be a nazi.
You can't be a hellenic polytheist and mock ANY of the gods.
You can't be a hellenic polytheist and hate ANY of the gods.
Pick a side. The gods or hatefulness.
You. Can't. Choose. Both.
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Sirius, gay panicking and trying to shake the very intimate dream he had about Remus last night: You lot ever have dreams that just...make you question yourself?
James, thinking of the multiple dreams he's had of Regulus: Erm, no. I just dream about...Quidditch and stuff.
Peter: Once I dreamed that I was in rat form and a cat swallowed me whole. And when I went down its throat it was like a slide and then I landed in McGonagall's lap.
Sirius:
James:
Sirius: I'm gonna go ask Marlene.
there is a war between types of users on this site and this is what it looks like
Every url that reblog’s will be written in a book and shown to my homophobic dad.
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“Maybe I love you a little bit too much.”
Aziracrow, angst
Crowley thought that they'd have a chance, he really did. But the moment the words ‘I forgive you’ left Aziraphale's mouth, he knew it was over.
“Don't bother.”
The rest is history, but what happened after? He drove off. And for the first time, the radio was silent.
The next few months were miserable. He never even raised his voice at his plants. One night, he got low. He prayed.
He secretly hopes Aziraphale hears him, hopes that maybe, just maybe, he'll come back.
“I thought it'd be me and you, side by side, angel.” He cries out, hand feebly holding onto a bottle of whiskey. “For eternity. You gave me hope, angel. Something I haven't felt for millennia. Maybe I love you a little too much, but I'll never let you go.”
Afterwards, Crowley swore he heard Aziraphale's voice, but when he called out, he never got a response.
“Oh, Crowley. You'll always have my heart.”
🏳️🌈 day 12 ~ doing it scared
he's trying your honor!!
Eddie Munson Lips (2/?)
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