#you know who
lurkymurker · a month ago
a fun fact about me is that if he’s a pathetic loser boy with soft hair and nice eyes I will commit arson for him
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yugiohz · 5 months ago
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boringpandas · 28 days ago
Do not make him evil
Do not make him evil
Do not make him evil
Do not make him evil
Hong sisters, I am not asking nicely. I am telling. DO NOT do this to my favorite character.
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tattooedblondex · a month ago
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This is my favorite piece of lingerie.
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wexler-mcgill · 10 months ago
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Maybe tell us something about your character that you didn't even realize at the time but, you know, thinking back now, have maybe a different perspective on the show or on Mulder or Scully. — THE X-FILES 20th anniversary reunion panel at San Diego Comic Con 2013
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ashes-in-a-jar · 8 months ago
The intimacy of a couple in which one is a bitch going soft only when they're around the one person they are comfortable with while the other is a softie who becomes a bitch only when they're around the one person they are comfortable with
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dreamcubed · 3 months ago
the loch ness monster | tom riddle x reader
song; the loch ness monster [matilda mann] pairing; tom riddle x gender neutral!reader genre; angst, ex-lovers word count; 1,3k timeline; around harry potter's birth warnings; swearing, implied abusive relationship, implied depression, suicidal thoughts summary; y/n had watched their lover become a despicable man capable of no good, and it pained them that he still had a hold over them
"we all started to stray, nothing lasts anyway."
« I'm just swimming in lakes in my mind »
I have been swimming in the deep, gloomy lakes in my mind for what feels like eternity; each time I reach out for what appears to be a rescue line, it disappears into the inky blackness of my memories. My dark memories. They weren't always dark, though, they used to be bright and shined crystal clear like the sun on a warm Summer's day. It's Summer right now, but not for me.
« Don't make me get out and comply »
My mother tried suggesting therapy for me, to help me get out of my mental abyss, but I don't want to leave. If I leave, I have to come to terms with and accept everything that evil man did to me over the war. Me. His ally. His friend.
His lover.
« And my coy little smile will defend me awhile »
I smile it off to people like I always do; a small grin can go a long way if your eyes are convincing enough. After only a couple weeks, people stopped asking me how I was doing, under the false idea that I was over the relationship long before he fully succumbed to the dark side.
« So I'll stay with the lakes in my mind »
My intricately crafted lakes of each and every emotion and memory I have ever experienced; some more inaccessible than others, buried deep amongst the sand thousands of metres down. The memories of Tom are near the surface, however, since they are fresh wounds carved into my brain. I don't need to hold my breath to relive those events and feelings, they are right at my fingertips.
« Don't you dare think that here you can hide »
Young, calm, charming Tom. He still lives in my mind. I have to submerge a little in order to find him, but he is there nonetheless, acting like nothing bad ever happened. Every day, charming Tom sinks deeper, though, as he is fading in my mind. Was that version of him even real? Even I don't know anymore.
« We all started to stray, nothing lasts anyway »
I lost him- the original him- a very long time ago, when he began drifting towards more and more sinister views and methods, and thus straying away from me. Not only me, but also his friends: if he ever considered us his friends. I can't remember when it was that we all collectively accepted that Tom was too far gone.
« So I'll stay with the lakes in my mind »
These lakes are simultaneously my grasp on reality and the reason I'm losing touch. There is something so human about them, yet something so dangerous and consuming. I can't get out of the lakes (not that I've tried very hard) as I can feel the tugs underwater, beckoning me to venture further into my memories.
« And now you've faded with no traces »
Sometimes I feel like I'm forgetting who Tom was, and even is. Everything that happened between us was so incredibly surreal I question its authenticity every day. Nobody mentions him by that name anymore, it's like he never existed in the realms of our minds. Well, at least not mine. He moves around in the water like it's his second home, in many different versions of himself at once.
« So, who could ever tell? »
I struggle to tell the differences between the versions sometimes. They're all submerging into one gloomy memory.
« What you've taken's been misplaced »
Tom is only ever mentioned anymore by his new sinister name, or by the name that cowards created for him. His alias of Lord Voldemort holds an unreasonable amount of power; no wonder he went insane when he decided upon it. So much so that those afraid of him refer to him as either You-Know-Who or He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named.
« But your name doesn't ring any bells »
Who was Tom, really?
« Since the day that they took you to hell »
Whoever he was, he now surrounds himself with only evil. He has many followers, called death eaters, but no real friends. Not that he deserves any.
« I'm just swimming in lakes in my mind »
I can hear the echoes of my friends calling me back to reality, but I push my head under the water to muffle the sound further. It isn't safe out there, but it's safe in here, with everything I've ever known and no surprises. Reality could hold a million new blows to the gut that could completely break down my already fragile state.
« Too afraid to get out and deny »
Tom was my rock for so long. I never would have imagined that he would no longer be by my side; I thought it was a for-life thing.
« And my coy little smile will defend me awhile »
My limbs are numb as the coldness of the lake consumes my shivering body, and I wish for my brain to go numb as well. It's all become too much for me to take, so I just don't want to feel.
« So I'll stay with the lakes in my mind »
The hooded form of Tom conjures beside me, his arms wrapping around my figure and pulling me to the surface. I stare at him absently as he removes his hood, sighing when I see the evil grin that belongs to the Dark Lord - not my Tom.
« And now you've faded with no traces »
Where is my Tom?
« So, who could ever tell? »
No one can explain to me what happened to him in more detail than "his desire consumed him". What does that even mean?
« What you've taken's been misplaced »
He took my heart, and now I can't find it.
« But your name doesn't ring any bells »
Tom. Tom. Tom. His name has been said so many times in my mind it's become meaningless. But at the same time, it's the word that holds more meaning to me than any other.
« Since the day that they took you to hell »
"How have you been, sweetheart?" the eery memory of Voldemort speaks, "How come you haven't been to any meetings?"
« What's it like there in hell? »
"You know what you did," I reply shakily, "You betrayed me and everyone who loved you."
"I didn't betray anyone."
I scoffed, "What's it like being hell itself?"
« Glad they left you in hell »
"Lonely. I miss you."
"No you don't," I seethe, "I'm glad I left you."
« Stay right down there in hell »
"You don't mean that, darling."
"Yes I do. Stay away from me."
"I can't do that. I'm your conjuration, your memory, a part of you."
His lips curved into a smirk.
"I'll be with you in here until you die."
"Why?" The cracking of my voice remained evident.
"Because I'm a ghost of every version of Tom Riddle you've ever known, and my duty is to haunt you."
« So I'll stay with the lakes in my mind »
"This is my mind, and I don't want you here."
"Why don't you leave? Go back to your friends out there, re-become the Y/N you always were."
"You destroyed them."
"Maybe so, but you're the one choosing not to rebuild."
"It's not fucking easy, Tom."
He let out a laugh, "I have to go now, darling, but don't forget me- it's not like you can."
"Fuck you."
"Oh, and one more thing," he spoke as he began to fade.
"Don't you dare think that here you can hide."
« Don't you dare think that here you can hide »
written; 04/10/2021 —> 18/06/2022 published; 18/06/2022 edited; —/—/——
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the-shrieking-shack · 4 months ago
If Regulus and The Dark Lord had an in-person duel–
Voldemort: You know I could just kill you if I wanted to.
Regulus: I mean, so can a dog, a cat.
Regulus: A really ambitious duck.
Regulus: Hell, I could even kill myself!
Voldemort : You-You alright kid?
Regulus: The point is, it's not that hard.
Regulus: You're not special.
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sebsluckycoiin · 4 months ago
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tenaciousgeckos · 6 months ago
This is how it should have gone:
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voidcat · 8 days ago
Sorry for getting weird about a shell of a god who was abandoned from the start for shedding tears and spent his entire existence looking for a meaning, a purpose to himself, in search of a heart and a soul because he believed thats what he was lacking– it Will happen again
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rooolt · 7 months ago
“Your face looks at you” is such a haunting phrase that could be said so many times in this campaign to two different characters and that’s like AUGH ya know
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deercharles · 3 months ago
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Just you wait 😼
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dushman-e-jaan · 2 months ago
Cry—cry harder!
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vwikaartt · a year ago
Snape and Voldemort
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your-number-1-fictophile · a year ago
Harry in the Chamber of Secrets : Albus Dumbledore is the greatest wizard in the world.
Tom Riddle: Oh fuck of you fucking fan boy. You only know like 10 wizards.
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Hi! Hope you’r enjoying Venice.
Do you think Taron could ever settle in LA? He’s been a lot there lately and he’s not shooting in this moment. Carry On production is due to start in NOLA at the end of September (I read Monday 26) so it’s still in prep, and if he is required for any rehearsal it’d be in NOLA and it’d be two weeks at most, So there’s not “apparently” reason for him to be there, at least not related with Carry On, cuz I don’t know his agenda or others projects
Personally I think he is a very familiar guy, honestly can’t imagine him living miles away from his mum, sisters and friends, and you don’t need to live in LA to be working in Hollywood movies, but, I don’t know him personally (I wish). Did he ever speak about this in any interview?
I'm loving Venice, thank you for asking ❤️❤️
Short answer to your question is no. I can't see him doing that any time soon, especially if Tina's health is in any way precarious still. Like you said, one does not need to live in LA to work in Hollywood. And sometimes, even if one does, one does not work, so...
*cough cough*
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