I Stay Up Late To Be Happy For A Few More Hours

if tumblr had a wrapped:

you posted about the same gay ship 62763929 times (please shut the fuck up)

I edited/cleaned up my “Horror Ads” stories, so pls read them UwU 👉👈 They are pretty shit, so don’t expect much if you do read them lol

When will my husband (Ao3) return from war (is up again)

“you need to get off your phone to feel better”

but i need my dead gay wizards you dont understand 😩😩😩😩😩

Nobody:

Mentally ill mfs:

pleaseeeeee, listen to my Spotify playlist, it's so chaotic and amazing, it needs to be shared (it's atrociously long btw)

Jegulus era James Potter, only it'd be a crop top

I saw a Grammarly ad today and got inspired lol

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 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

Regulus who wears clothes that’s kinda baggy on him and then the second he lifts his shirt he’s got the sluttiest little waist