honey or maple syrup // embroidery or knitting // sheep or cows // meadows or prairies // streams or lakes // baking or cooking // blackberries or blueberries // raspberry preserves or strawberry jam // wildflowers or rose bushes // dusk or dawn // bees or butterflies // tea or hot cocoa (coffee) // sugar cubes or sugar bowls // pancakes or waffles // books or music // songbirds or rustling leaves // napping under trees or sleeping in a field // checkered or floral // drying flowers or pressing flowers
heavily pushing the asexual regulus agenda...
and the trans regulus agenda....
and the autistic and mute regulus agenda....
annnddd the introverted quiet kid regulus agenda
i swear people act like jegulus murdered their whole family 😭😭😭😭 calm down bestie its just a fictional character where is all this hate coming from please go outside and touch some grass
pov: one, two Grammarly is coming for you
You hear Grammarly in the distance, their long nails scraping across the walls of the hall. You're trying hard not to hyperventilate. Hand flies over your mouth in horror when your childhood lamp falls, then shatters. The lamp was made by your late-great grandmother in 1939. She was a film writer with a side hobby of making pottery. You look at the ceiling, Sorry, Grandma, you inwardly apologize to yourself, and everyone you've ever wronged too. This is what it feels like when your life flashes before your eyes. The scraping stops, you inhale sharply. This is it, this is how I die, is the only thing you find yourself thinking. A soft knock follows shortly after the scraping stops, You imagine their tall pale head snapping towards your door, fingers clawing at it. Surprisingly there is no clawing, just a gentle knock. You check to make sure the door is locked, firmly. You whip out your phone, then put it away again. No use in calling the police now, it's already over for you. You know your family is next. A soft hum can be heard from outside your bedroom, then a loud slam. You peer out from your hiding place. A long, white hand with lengthy nails has broken through your door. There is a hole in the door, right above the silver handle. You retract your body back immediately, but you know it's no use. They will get you eventually. You are eternally doomed. As you expected, they sniff you out. The last thing you see is that haunting pale hand. The last thing you smell is fear. The last thing you touch is the fine brown carpet of your childhood bedroom. The last thing you taste is your bloody lip, which you damaged earlier in the frantic escape. You will never escape again. The last thing you hear is this quiet, almost angelic serenade, "Writing isn't easy. That's why Grammarly can help. This sentence is grammatically correct, but it's wordy, and hard to read. It undermines the writer's message and the word choice is bland. Grammarly's cutting edge technology helps you craft compelling, understandable writing that makes an impact on your reader. Much better. Are you ready to give it a try...?"
i’m such a “i want your attention” but “won’t bother you” kinda person
i think jk rowling deserves a thank you. she wrote these books that our fandom is based on and no one thanks her. so i’m going to.
Thank you for creating a world of wonder and beauty and magic that I lived in when my life was hard. Thank you for inspiring me to keep going, hearing that you wrote under a pseudonym so boys still read your books convinced me that i could carry on even under prejudice.
Thank you so fucking much for RUINING IT ALL. You were my fucking feminist icon. I TOLD MY TRANS COUSIN I ADORED YOU, before I knew. That’s how I found out. I said to his face that I admired YOU, a transphobic arsehole who spreads misinformation and causes trans CHILDREN to KILL THEMSELVES!
You built and ruined my childhood Joanne Kathleen Rowling. You are telling kids who look up to you, to ruin the lives of trans people who are just trying to live their life.
i wasn’t on social media, it made me feel bad so I never kept up with celebs. I didn’t know who you truly were. I didn’t know until my cousin told me. I didn’t know there was an Emma Watson to look up too. I thought there was you or nothing. YOU LEFT ME WITH NOTHING.
So fuck you. Fuck you for ruining my childhood but more importantly, fuck you for ruining trans peoples lives.
i’m fucking glad you hate wolfstar. i’m fucking glad you hate trans Regulus. Bite me in the fucking arse you bloody TERF.
And thank you so much for teaching me that it’s never worth it to meet your hero’s.
I’m so glad i never had the misfortune of interacting with you. YOU ARE NOT A FEMINIST AND WON’T EVER FUCKING BE UNTIL YOU INCLUDE ALL WOMEN YOU TRANSPHOBIC MONSTER!
James: hey Reggie, could you pass me my glasses?
Regulus: no. *gives him his glasses*
James: *staring blankly at him*
Regulus: what?
James: why do you say no every time someone asks you to do something but still proceeds to do it?
Regulus:...
Regulus: no.
Sirius Black is so beautiful
That's it. That's the post
“this ship isn’t canon” to YOU. I, however, am delusional
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