How I feel like when I eat:
The Sun & The Moon - Major Arcana tarot cards illustrated by me and @p-kom for the Sefirot Tarot 🌜🌞
Cover for the upcoming TTRPG, The Hidden Isle! art by me and @vivtanner.
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barty to regulus: are you a top or a bottom
regulus: i’m a threat
barty:
regulus:
james: he’s a bottom
when i was a teenage boy i began to rot
and now that i’m a young man i’m almost fully decomposed.
Holy shit…
mother, pink floyd // honeytuesday // mother and daughter , Hayan Charara // ? // aswang diwata, Barbara Janes Reyes // they’ll clap when you’re gone, chelsea wolfe
Sirius knew, while he was in Azkaban, that it had been twelve years. Not by scratching a mark day after day into the walls, but by counting the full moons, month after month, thinking of Remus.
He counted them, how many he had missed, how many Remus suffered without him or James by his side. And he knew how long he had been missing from Remus’ life, counting the moons he missed because, really, all that matters anymore is Remus.
I need a fic where Regulus oblivates James during his seventh year because Regulus knows he’s going to be forced into the de, so then James feels like he’s missing something he can’t even remember and then he gets w Lily etc. flash forward a couple years, Regulus survives to the other side of the war, James and Lily do too, except they’re no longer together because James could never really be in the relationship because it seemed like his heart was mourning for something. This leads to James and Regulus meeting again ( Regulus starts working at Monty’s shop)(Monty and Effie did not die) and James falls for him all over again and their first kiss makes all his memories come back and ofc makes him so sad and break down etc
When you have all the signs of sexual assault but you ignore it because you can't remember anything happening but also you can't remember most of your life and actually sometimes you can remember parts of it but you don't know if those are real memories or not and you know certain things/how to do certain things that you can't remember learning and they are not innocent:
(This is coping right?)
The worst part of being sexually assaulted is listening to your friends reactions. Let me explain, that's not completely true. Listening to them say "I'd fight back."
"I wouldn't let that happen to me."
The unspoken message being clear as day to me.
"I'm stronger than you."
It makes me want to puke.
