But once he is gone who will I have?

tiktok / icarly / unknown / @/mothman / An Oresteia: Agamemnon, Aiskhylos / Bumble Ardy, Maurice Sendak / icarly / A Little Life, Hanya Yaragihara / The Fall Of The House Of Usher, Steven Berkoff / A living Chattel, Anton Chekhov

Everyone should read their own fanfics recreationally tbh this shit fucking rules. It's like the author knows exactly what I like.

what is your holy trinity of fruits

the soft little smiles they save for each other 😭😭😭

u should do more scorbus fanart😭🙏🙏🙏

i was so shocked to get an ask for more scorbus art that wasn’t from my pal 🤣 thanks anon this one’s for u (and my pal)

Being a young adult is so strange. You enter a coffee shop. The 20 year old girl waiting behind you cried all night because she just came to a new city for university and she feels so alone. That 27 year old guy over there works a job he is overqualified for, he lives with his parents and wants to move out but doesn't know what to do about it. That one 24 year old dude already has a car, a house, and a job waiting for him once he graduates thanks to his dad's connections. The 26 year old barista couldn't complete his higher education because he has to work and take care of his family. The 28 year old girl sitting next to you has no friends to go out with so she is texting her mother. That couple (both 25 years old) are married and the girl is pregnant. The 29 year old writing something on her laptop has realized that she chose the wrong major so she is trying to start all over. We are not alone in this, but we are actually so alone. Do you feel me

rereading bits of painful eagerness as Market Research and upon control+f'ing the word kiss i realised (outside of scorbus obvs) the person who kisses/is kissed the most is miss polly... and now im weirdly missing my artsy blunt beautiful girl. love language physical touch for sure !

yeah cocaine sounds alright i guess but have you ever tried being a gay 14 year old reading this line for the first time

The “oh I could definitely write this fanfic in under 5000 words and it really wouldn’t take me that long” voice in your head is actually the devil speaking

dustyspines please what do you think scorbus's favorite tortured poets department songs are?

love this!!!!!!! i think it would definitely change on a day by day basis but currently:

albus: clara bow. (just the whole 'you look like' of it all. albus looking like harry looking like lily etc. the future's bright, dazzling in both a post-war sense and also an albus-is-a-special-kid sense. obvs it's a very Girl anthem but rn!!! i think it'd be on his mind)

scorpius: who's afraid of little old me? (during the the course of cc. man's is literally whispered about as being the son of voldemort... they SHOULD be scared of him), but if we're talking abuot post-cc then it'd be i can do it with broken heart (he is cripplingly depressed but he can do it! always has been able to! he wants to die every day but he pushes through!)

When you’ve been cooking for long enough, you stop making recipes and start making “shit in a skillet” and “whatever soup”

I'm built different. like incorrectly i think

somehow i posses 20,000 words in this unnamed document here are a handful of my current favourites! oh how the ideas flow sometimes!

black iris by elliot wake // these violent delights by micah nemerever

What am I missing?

i. Fleabag, Phoebe Waller-Bridge / ii. i don't understand, @archbudzar / iii. Dog Bite, Stella Bridie / iv. Washing Machine Heart, Mitski

untitled scorbus wip snippet

aka i'm bored and trying to ease back into writing so I can finally finish life after so heres a bit of my dumb annoyances to lovers scorbus fic based somewhat loosely on shadow and bone verse wesper where scorpius works with cbj at a bubble tea shop and may or may not have had reason to be rude to albus (who has definitely never met him before!!!!) <3

“He was just so rude! He was completely arrogant, he had a problem with me almost the moment I walked in the door— I’m fucked if I know why—and he was so—” “Rude?” Polly sighs, both exasperated and amused at once. “You have repeated this about six times now, Albus.” “Because I still can’t believe it! I’m in shock, I’m actually in shock. You owe me four pounds by the way.” “We both know I’m not giving you four pounds.” “We do,” Albus concedes, his shoulders dropping, “but you could at least pretend.” “I would, buttercup, but you know I have a real thing about honesty,” Polly hums. She takes another sip of her coconut tea and pauses, both for effect and to chew a couple of pearls. “Which is why I’m also going to tell you it sounds like you kind of want to fuck this barista.” Albus splutters. “Excuse me?!” “You spent a little too long describing his hair at the start there,” Polly says, “and using the word freakishly when talking about his blue eyes actually does nothing but tell me that you were paying attention.” “I was painting you a picture!” “You were writing me the beginning of an erotic novel.”

Scorpius would save the world for Albus. Albus would destroy the world for Scorpius.