Bad: "If You Were Stuck On A Deserted Island With Pili, And You Were Starving, Do You Think You Would

“You know how to ball, I know Aristotle”

But it’s Regulus, who’s the best quidditch player in Slytherin and Barty, who reads muggle philosophy when he’s bored

barty crouch jr.

My headcanon of Evan, is him being the type of person to ruin Regulus' relationships one by one, and have Barty kiss everything better. He's playing the long game.

It's him. It's Barty. And it's Regulus.

But Regulus is a flight risk. They all promised they'd be each other's forevers but Evan doesn't trust Regulus the way he trusts Barty. Regulus still wants Sirius back, James is lurking behind every corner trying to talk to him all the time. Regulus thinks he can commit but can't.

So Evan doesn't want to give him the chance to break their deal. He leaves no room for even the slightest possibility of it. Honestly, he doesn't know how he'll deal with a betrayal from Regulus. Just thinking about it makes him want to go out and get his knuckles bloody. Makes him want to hear the squelch of blood beneath his fists.

It's a sobering thought, realizing he might end up killing Regulus if he breaks his promise. Regulus the rabbit, always poised to run.

But he can't. He promised to keep Barty and Regulus safe. He fucking loves them. They're his.

Kill Regulus, and he loses Barty too.

So... He needs to cut off the loose ends in Regulus' life. Keep him away from his cunt of a brother. Have Barty soothe the ouchies and have him wipe away the tears. And he'll watch and decide what to do next.

It's a miracle Regulus is still who he is despite everything he's lost and been through. It's an impossibility made possible that he can look at them, broken, twisted people in his life — and smile and say, "Come here, let me hold you."

It makes him sick that they walk right into his arms like lost dogs. But Regulus walked into their arms as well. He chose them. He's theirs as much as they belong to him. There's no walking away.

**I write them nasty ♥️. Here, have some more.

Kevin watching Jean ask Jeremy if he's okay, watching Jean offer to hold Laila's bag so she can fix her shoe, watching Jean hand Cat a granola bar before a game because she looked a little unsteady. He's not jealous, he had his time by Jean's side. Maybe it's grief. Grief for something that was never so innocent, never so untouched by cruel hands, something that could've been better if they were anyone else. Grief for something that's long passed and can never be fixed to be made better than before. He had his time at the receiving end of Jean's concerned glances. Maybe he's just a little sad that when he's at an away game, he no longer buys post cards for a friend. Maybe he just misses this person who used to always be by his side but they both knows it's better this way. Jean is happy, it's not with Kevin, and that's okay.

It’s heartbreaking how Pangi and Ros's stories mirror each other now that they've both been consumed by grief, yet they diverge in such stark ways. Pangi, has finally embraced the violence he once held back from, while Ros, who has always struggled with direction, finally made the hardest choice of their life—to walk away.

Both were deeply loyal and gave everything. Yet neither could save the ones they loved most and now are completely untethered. Pangi has bloodshed as his outlet, a path fueled by rage and loss. But Ros? She is stepping into the unknown, without the faction that once defined them. And in some ways, that uncertainty is even more terrifying.

It’s tragic, yet poetic—one turns to bloodshed, the other to solitude. Pangi has fury to guide him, but Ros- Ros walks a path with no map

Pili: There’s an axe, there’s a shovel, but no pickaxe.

Pangi: [Sniggers] Hello, voice chat invite.

Pili: Pleaseeee…pleaseee..please make me a new pickaxe.

Pangi: Hey man!

Pili: OH, oh, uhm. Hey Pangi bro what’s up, can you make me a new pickaxe-

Pangi: [Cackling]

Bad: Hey, is there water falling thing down there.

Pili: Yeah there’s water.

Pangi: Yeah, of course Pili I’ll get you uh-

My goobers <3

#SHES SO STRONG NOW IM SO PROUD 😭😭😭

A friendly reminder that THIS is the Lucy Heartfilia we get to see animated

I snorted ….. (gonna cry lol)

Today’s laugh brought to you by best boy Logan. (Again)

The aides were lying, there's no peace in the castle's garden.

Woohoo! I've finished a sketch with a new coloring style! I've been busy lately and forgot the existence of Tumblr.

On another note, I've opened commissions! Please PM me if you're interested!

↓ The same art but with text ↓

The queen can never be mad at them for long.