1989 And Ofmd Have A Few Too Many Parallels For The Last Episode To Just So Happened To Have Lined Up

i need someone to write rosekiller babysitting asap

I wanna see what would happen if a child was left with barty and evan

I told myself I wasn’t going to read crimson rivers until it was completed thinking I had at least until the summer till it was done only the find out that it’s one update away from being finished and now I have to decide wether I want to start reading it now risking me neglecting my schoolwork in favor of reading it for the next month or wait and save it till summer time like I have originally planned. Either way whenever I start it, I know it’s going to take over my every waking thought and idk if I’m prepared for that.

the three genders are literally princess (james), slut (sirius), loser (remus)

sometimes when i go out in public i am brutally reminded that being queer is in fact a minority as i am currently surrounded by straight people and i hate it

why am i re-entering my hamilton era??? i listened to wait for it on repeat for 3 hours the other day with zero shame and i spent most of today singing my shot word for word from memory. what is happening??

Remus gets little chocolate finger prints on his book pages, especially over the summer when he will sit outside and read and eat chocolate while James and Sirius play quidditch

lucifer literary just has serious daddy issues

sometimes i convince myself that i could survive the apocalypse or a long term lockdown or something by hiding in my tiny single dorm room without having to leave but then there are days like today where i tried to hid in my room and do nothing but quickly found myself wandering aimlessly around campus with no plan to go anywhere specific or do anything in particular just bc i could not stand another moment of being trapped in that room. i feel like this is a perfect analogy for what it feels like when i get stuck in my head and start to spiral with negative thoughts. i tell myself i can hid from them or stay stuck in my little bubble of a brain, until i can’t and i have to do something to get out of it or ill go crazy. maybe this makes sense, maybe it doesn’t, maybe im just feeling poetic today but like I couldn’t stay trapped in my room, i couldn’t keep this thought trapped in my head.

y’all know the art style that’s very smudgy? like it’s oil pants most of the time and it’s general shapes and colors but usually the people in them are faceless/lack details. that’s what my gender is. just faceless smudges of the human body, especially when you can’t tell if they are specifically female or male. yea i am just an oil painting.

these just feel so *gender*