Parallel Play (liking And Reblogging Your Mutual's Posts But Not Talking To Them)

My cousins were here today and i let them draw on my phone

They are so good (you ->😨🔫😊) Right?

whenever i click the cc button on a youtube video that clearly has a high budget and is made by a fucking studio and i see “english - auto generated” i spit daggers from my eyes and mouth at whoever decided to not pay someone to make actual captions

"Cut off your leg, we have free healthcare" why did my mom say this omg 🤣

RESOURCES FOR POSES

Line of Action

JustSketch.Me

PoseManiacs

Human-Anatomy-For-Artist.com

MagicPoser

MIXAMO

Pose Archives

Bodies in Motion

Posemy.art

ReferenceAngle

CroquisCafe

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

Mmm gorlic bred

RB to give mutuals a little kiss and some garlic bread

Queer rep ☺

This is so funny. It's going into my silly little brain catalogue <3

time traveling au inspired by this post by @mountmortar

feat. confused af arthur and tired at life merlin

more of this au

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.