Uhhh Something Something Phil Constantly Wearing Flowers And Perfumes To Cover The Scent Of Death On

summer rain and thunderstorms

subscribing to a fic isn’t enough I need the author to blast a bat signal into the night sky whenever they update

anyone remember when he stole all of those bookshelves

when it’s really bad again and it’s still way better than it used to be but it’s still really bad. and you do all the right stuff and you try and try and it still really hurts but it’s working but it still hurts and you go see the beautiful majesty of nature and your soul is so close to being at peace but your mind is still in pain. and it’s better but it’s still bad. and the sun is setting.

Peter: Nice rock.

James: Thanks, Regulus gave it to me.

Regulus: I threw it at you!

James: Aren't they the sweetest?

Sirius: Guess fucking what? Peter: You killed your parents. Remus: You burned down the Great Hall. James: You shagged Remus. Sirius: I fucking apologized to Regulus. *Everyone Gasps*

I can't unsee it. General Targg is a honey badger.

Here,

Take this or mobs’ll start spawning

Bedrock bros just after exile week. Techno is huffing about Tommy going outside unprepared -forget his trash armor, he’s not even in warm clothes! And look at those holes- and while Tommy INSISTS that he’s a big man and will be fine, that’s not how hypothermia works. So Techno just plops his cloak on top of Tommy, who immediately buckles under the weight. He struggles to escape and just utterly fails. Trapped in cloak hell. Techno has a flashback to trying the blanket intelligence test on Floof and starts rethinking his choice in allies.