How freaking much of a coincidence is this????
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there’s no way someone hasn’t done one of these for the trash prince but I haven’t seen one so here you go
Imagine person A of your OTP being an assassin and Person B their assigned target. Person A introduces themselves to Person B, planning to befriend them for an easier access and a higher chance for the success of their mission. However, Person A had not counted on their feelings…
remus has one of the most tragic and intense stories in the entire harry potter series to me, he’s a person who has been through hell — he’s lost everything, he’s shunned and despised for things outside of his own control, he’s been beaten and broken by a world that he himself wants to fit into so badly.
but he’s still kind. he’s still kind, and funny, and incredibly brave. after all of the pain and betrayal and hurt, he is still a good person. he still wants to fight to fix the world. he dies trying to fix it because he believes in the potential to make something so fucked-up into something beautiful.
that’s why i love remus so much — he reminds me to strive towards kindness and bravery. he reminds me that pain, insurmountable, impossible pain, can be survived, and that you can come out of it a good person. broken but not destroyed.
remus lupin is a survivor, and that’s important to me. remus’s story gives me a lot of hope for myself because i can survive, too.
Odd Romeo and Juliet Tumblr PostsTrying not to laugh in a hospital waiting room here, guys
No, it’s fine. I didn’t need my heart.
Are we crying about a doodle of dinosaurs?
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Oh god it hurts why would you ever
The meteor was coming.
Oh, God, it was coming and she didn’t know what to do. Her son, her beautiful little son, pressed close to her side, craning his neck to look up at his Mother.
“Mummy, why is everyone moving? There’s plenty of food here.” He asked in his sweet, innocent voice.
“Because, my sweet, sometimes it is best that we move on. It is our way.” She replied, forcing the words past the lump in her throat.
“Oh,” Her son said, turning his gaze to the fiery rock in the sky that would spell their deaths out for them, “the old Triceratops told me it was cuzza that rock. He said the rock could hurt us real bad.” He continued, not understanding what he meant by those words in his innocence.
“Triceratops is being silly, he just wanted to tease you one more time before he left.” She lied, choking on her tears. Oh, God, he son, her lovely son, was going to die not understanding.
She turned her face to the meteor- it was close now. It wouldn’t be long. Swinging her head around, she dropped her face to her sons and nuzzled him one last time. “Let’s play a game, yes? And then we’ll go join the others.” She suggested.
“Okay! What game shall we play, Mummy?”
“Let’s play pretend. We will imagine the sort of place we would like to move to, and when we open our eyes, that’s where we shall be.”
“How do we play?”
One last look at the meteor- it was almost time.
“Close your eyes and imagine the place, and count to thirty out loud. Just like when we play Hide-and-Seek.” She curled herself around her son, both of them now laid on the beach.
“Ok, Mummy. 1, 2, 3, 4…”
She watched the meteor approach with sad eyes, and just before it hit land she turned her head, laying it and her neck over her son and bracing herself.
Her son had not yet said 30, but it was over.
what the fuck is wrong with you
WOW HOLY FUCK THANKS FOR SHITTING ALL OVER MY HEART
Wow what the fuck. I didn’t need this.
BLACK = I would date you.
GREEN = I think you’re cute.
BLUE = You are my tumblr crush.
GREY = I wish you would notice me.
PURPLE = I don’t talk to you but I really love your blog.
TEAL = We have a lot in common.
YELLOW = I don’t know you at all.
ORANGE = I don’t like your blog.
BROWN = I don’t like you.
PINK = I think you are unattractive.
RED = I hate you with a burning passion.
WHITE = You scare me.
RAINBOW = BED PLZ.