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#anniversary of what GO FUCK YOURSELF /j

take a bow!

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Reposting bc this is something I need to remember for the rest of my days like OmfLLLLLLLLLORD

The disaster pair at it again 🎂

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When I was a kid my poor, trailer trash family had a washing machine outside and my mom would often make me go fetch the clothes to bring them to the dryer inside. Not a problem for me, unless it was at night. Mind you I'm terrified of the dark, and I was a 5 year old little bitch about the whole ordeal every time I had to be alone, outside, at night. At some point I started to hear things, and like a wuss I bolted inside asap and locked the door but I still had to get the stupid fucking laundry almost every other day. The day I saw something chase me inside was the day I lost it (ofc) and I forced my mom to hold the door open for me and watch my back every day after that. Funnily enough, I still have auditory and visual hallucinations in and out of the darkness :)

#ah memories #spooky #creepy stories #shane and ryan #buzzfeed unsolved #buzzfeed supernatural #true story #i hope shane and ryan read this lol #too many spirits #too many spirits story #i say im a shaniac but really im a boogara at heart #shaniac #boogara #hallucinations #well fuck me up the ass with a chainsaw and call me god

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This is too perfect 😭

Food for thought

“I’m so glad you came,” Potter said with that look on his face. Draco felt himself clam, go small-small-small until his nose barely cleared the line of his shoulders.

“It’s,” he tried through a too-dry mouth, “no problem, really. Happy I could help.”

“I don’t know why it keeps doing that,” scratching the back of his neck with those big Potter-hands. The grandfather clock had been in the Black house for centuries. Now it was showing the right time again, and also, conveniently, no longer throwing darts at bystanders. “I swear it was working this morning.”

“Truly, a mystery.” Draco levelled a scathing glance at Pansy, who was sitting at the counter with a far-too-neutral expression. “Pans, if you wouldn’t mind, a word?”

He dragged her out to the corridor, only barely not by the ear. She had the audacity to smile. “Everything all right, dear?”

“None of that,” in a heated whisper. “That’s the third, Pans. How many times would you break Potter’s things just to have him call me?”

“If you’d bothered calling him yourself, I wouldn’t have to.”

“Pansy Parkinson!”

“Draco Malfoy.” Examining her fingernails with an exaggerated yawn. “Are you suggesting I’m messing with my own colleague? I would never.”

He rolled his eyes so hard his head hurt. “You’re not fooling anyone. Did you forget I actually know you? Potter does too. Soon enough he’ll figure out—”

“That he simply must take you on a date? I’d hoped so, yes.” With a cheeky wink: “Got to go, my show’s about to start. We’ll catch up later, yes? Still on for drinks on Friday?” and she left, the corridor and a flushed, slightly hyperventilating Draco, alone in Potter’s place.

“Erm, Draco?” from the kitchen. “I think I might’ve made too much pasta. Stay for dinner?”

Oh, he’s going to kill that woman.

After dinner, that is.

*

“You’re a life-saver,” Potter murmured, pretty mouth hanging open. On the sofa, Seamus was smiling so smugly, Draco could punch him.

Didn’t. Stood there, made himself small and wished to be not-here, not-now. “It really was no problem. The windows should shut properly now. Have you tried,” but it was useless, he knew why the windows were jammed, and it wasn’t poor maintenance.

His ‘friends’ were just out to get him.

Suppose they thought it was funny? Suppose… Draco didn’t know. Tried to curtail his mortification at being summoned here, again, in another attempt to humiliate him.

That’s what they were doing, right? That’s what this was all about. They knew how he felt about Potter, nothing was more obvious. It was there in pub nights and on their stupid hikes and that time they all went to the beach, it was in Draco’s eyes, in his hands always reaching out, never touching.

“Thanks,” Potter said, for the third time. “You’re so… It’s really fucking kind of you to. Take care of me.”

Startled, “I don’t—it’s just your windows, Potter. There’s no reason to get all sentimental.”

A loud noise: Seamus, snorting. “You boys are such a mess.” Shaking his head. “Anyway, this was fun. See you two Saturday!” and he disappeared, cartoon-quickly.

(Draco’s been watching cartoons recently. Mostly with Potter, late at night after their friends would leave; sometimes by himself, wearing the jumper he’d stolen and feeling rather pathetic).

“Are you by any chance hungry?” Potter asked from a surprisingly-short distance. He was right there, close enough to touch. Tittering on his tip-toes, like he had any reason to be nervous. “It’s only, I’ve ordered far too much food, and Seamus just. Erm. Left.”

Draco folded inwards, made himself as small as possible, so it won’t start leaking out, all this… foolishness. It was stupid. It would break his heart.

He stayed anyway.

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Sometimes I think about writing fanfiction

Other times I'm just like nahhh

#comedy except i have a shit sense of humor #but fr tho #i just dont think id be good at it #but i have so many thoughts #and i think i could try at least #but then again #idk if i can do it

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Two pictures

- unknown

Two pictures hung on the dingy wall

of a grand old Florentine hall-

One was a child of beauty rare

With a cherub face and golden hair;

The lovely look whose radiant eyes

Filled the soul with thoughts of Paradise.

The other was a visage vile

Marked with the lines of lust and guile,

A loathsome being, whose features fell

Brought to the soul weird thoughts of hell.

Side by side in their frames of gold,

Dingy and dusty and cracked and old

This is the solemn tale they told:

A youthful painter found one day,

In the streets of Rome, a child at play,

And moved by the beauty it bore,

The heavenly look that its features wore,

On canvas, radiant and grand,

He painted its face with a master hand.

Year after year on his wall it hung;

'Twas ever joyful and always young-

Driving away all thoughts of gloom

While the painter toiled in his dingy room.

Like an angel of light it met his gaze,

Bringing him dreams of his boyhood days,

Filling his soul with a sense of praise.

His raven ringlets grew thin and gray

His young ambition all passed away;

Yet he looked for years in many a place,

To find a contrast to that sweet face.

Through haunts of vice in the night he stayed

To find some ruin that crime had made.

At last in a prison cell he caught

A glimpse of the hideous fiend he sought.

On a canvas weird and wild but grand,

He painted the face with a master hand.

His task was done; 'twas a work sublime-

An angel of joy and a fiend of crime-

A lesson of life from the wrecks of time.

O Crime: with ruin thy road is strewn

The brightest beauty the world has known

Thy power has wasted, till in the mind

No trace of its presence is left behind.

The loathsome wretch in the dungeon low,

With a face of a fiend and a look of woe,

Ruined by revels of crime and sin,

A pitiful wreck of what might have been,

Hated and shunned, and without a home,

Was the CHILD that played in the streets of Rome.

#poems and poetry #poetry #perspective #portrait #dead poets society #poets corner #spilled poetry #writers and poets #literally my favorite thing ever #literally my beloved

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How could I learn to be loved by people who could never have a desire for me? Constantly I ask the stillness in the air surrounding me foolish , frivolous things.

"When will I be able to love someone and be loved in return?" I whisper this so unsure of myself and what I can bear as my answer.

And the stillness never has, and perhaps never will, waver with an answer to soothe the hunger. Starved of love, of being important and desired. I love so deeply but not a soul will touch me with their own, so I concede the ability to voice my hunger to save what little satisfaction I have kept.

#my poem #personal poetry #original work #poems and poetry #i think im just lonely #how do you come back from that #but seriously how do you cope like a sane person #sad boi poetry #lonlely #lonliness #attention starved #love starved #we are starved #dps is my comfort movie if you couldn't tell #:/ sorry

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Except Uther and Gaius weren't FUCKING

But yeah same concept 😘

I love thinking that Uther and Gaius had the same dynamic as Arthur and Merlin.

Giaus’s loyalty to his king kept him by Uther’s side, even as his people were persecuted.

Uther’s fondness for his friend kept Gaius out of the pyre, even though he had magic.

I know Merlin and Arthur would do exactly the same.

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No because I was first introduced to DPS through YouTube compilations and one of the first things I saw was the end of the movie when they're all standing up reciting "oh Captain My Captain" and I was cheering for him to stand up bc he looked so scared. I was cheering for him and i was so sad when he stayed seated.

then I watched the movie I was like oh my God he's just a scared kid. He thought he was doing the right thing after all; he was doing what he'd been told to do his entire life. it was an intense feeling of self-preservation and I don't blame him for it of course because he was just a KID. of course what he did wasn't kind and it was extremely selfish but he was groomed to fear the schools systems and to adhere to it. People dismiss him so easily as an ass but he was just trying to do what he thought was the right thing.

Everytime i read a dps related post that says something along the lines of "fuck Cameron" i cry a little, a part of my soul dies, my heart shrinks, my hands get cold until i lose all body heat and die of hypothermia and it will all be your fault ❤

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#personal poetry #my poem #how do you come back from that #i think im just lonely #original work #poems and poetry #but seriously how do you cope like a sane person #photografy

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Twant da pAsTA

Tis tWanTEd

#comedy except i have a shit sense of humor #personal poetry #but seriously how do you cope like a sane person #my poem #pain #politics

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You cannot tell me that THIS MAN

Is NOT a rich, (possibly southern) bisexual af frat boy

He just is

#chief #acnh community #acnh villagers #acnh #acnh memes #dreamies #acnh chief

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I may be only one season and eight episodes into Teen Wolf but I cannot get over the fact that Derek has American girl doll teeth

that's it that's the post

#comedy except i have a shit sense of humor #teen wolf #derek hale #i fucking love Derek hale #sterek #derek x stiles #stiles stilinski #mccall pack #scott mccall

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Genuinely, I didn't realise just how much Taylor swift has affected me in my life until she released Midnights.

I grew up with her, yeah, but her music made me want to be better and she was my idol for most of my life (and she still is) But her music is something I will always love and will always hold highly.

So Midnights is definitely my favourite 💙

#taylor swift #i love you taylor #midnights #bejeweled #personal attachment

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I think I need a flirty rivals to fuck buddies to lovers trope in my life but what if I want a stranger's to friends to staring at their lips to lovers instead?

#tropes irl #i think im just lonely #but seriously how do you cope like a sane person #romantic dynamics #i just want to be loved #kinda poetry #almost comedy #comedy except i have a shit sense of humor

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Screaming. crying.

sobbing. wailing.