Reblog if you think fanfiction is a legitimate form of creative writing.

taylor swift’s work wouldn’t be nearly as insufferable if she wasn’t constantly trying to present herself as some sort of tortured underdog. like, okay, she has endured hardships, and a lot of people, especially white men, are shitty towards her for purely misogynistic reasons. that sucks, i agree. but she’s never been an underdog before. she was born to well-off parents who did everything they could to start her music career when she was barely even a teenager, an opportunity that lots of people would kill for. now she’s extremely famous and wealthy, and everything she releases is destined to sell millions of copies and receive glowing reviews in nearly every publication. she is not an underdog, and i have trouble believing she’s particularly “tortured.” she’s not even an alcoholic, despite claiming to be one on the opening track of her new album! people like to defend her lyrics by saying she’s just playing a character, which i don’t believe for a second, but even if she was, i don’t think i want to listen to someone like swift play the character of a tortured underdog, not when there’s so many musicians out there who are actually tortured underdogs. it comes across as hollow. “you wouldn’t last an hour in the asylum where they raised me,” sung by one of the wealthiest, most famous, most critically acclaimed musicians in the world, who was born to loving parents who personally helped her start her career, who once said she’d never been to therapy because she “just feels very sane.” if you’re going to play a character, maybe pick one who we’re not supposed to pity.

oh

Nothing behind the eyes :marlene and james

There is still hope. Say it out loud. Palestine will be free. The Palestinian people will celebrate their culture and heritage with each other. We will love and be loved. Do not fall into the trap of despair.

james potter u will always be famous

—

new piece of my writing i suppose

untitled

Your sobbing, teary face is what blesses my sight And I smile a benevolent smile Of grace and glory and joy I love you! I love you! I love you! Cheeks hot with misery are cupped in my calloused palms My back is arched as I press my forehead to your heart Your heaving sobs are a soothing hymn Which rock my head like sloshing seas I slip my hands down to your steady shoulders But they shudder and shiver in an unstable rhythm Your wailing voice lassos around my soul and Tugs! Tugs! Tugs! I want to let the spherical lump of comfort in my throat be expelled through my mouth I hope it bursts like a supernova And I wish the debris of my nurture adorns your skin like ephelides in the summer sun

tagging @godsofwoes my writing buddy hehe

monday snippet ♡

Regulus liked being an altar boy. He prayed with the preacher and his family every Sunday morning. He believed in God and knew the gospel by heart. He knew everything about God. The church clothes were as if they were his final sacrificial clothes before his death.

But the altar boy is still alive and he is not a boy anymore. His delegated young body had changed. Hair and desire were everywhere, all he could taste was a never-ending longing eating his soul. His black curls and grey eyes were what made him beautiful. almost divine. almost like God.

He was not a boy anymore and he still loves God. He loved God and he loved his boyfriend too.

Regulus kissed his boyfriend. He brought their mouths together into a long-lasting kiss, he kissed his boyfriend before he left for church. “I live to love you, James.”

They were at the altar. Jesus was watching and James’ hands disappeared inside his trousers, touching him, a finger inside him, opening him up, and another finger rubbed circles around his clit. Regulus’ mouth fell open. He sucked at the skin of James’ neck, biting down the flesh until he bled. He was a vampire. He was possessed. He fed from him, drinking his blood. James grabbed his face, and they looked at each other.

tagging @fromagony @bellaxisworld @soreddieforit @fxreflyes @sanguineerose @the-sun-is-also-a-star @lexithwrites @prongsfish @divinerapturee @themuseoftheviolets

Remus lupin would hate minimalism

Like can you imagine him and Sirius walking into a modern, white house?

Remus: where's all the... Stuff?

Sirius: it's the aesthetic!

Remus: ....what, being boring?

I need to learn how to stop being so fucking intense and weird god

Remus Lupin is the type of guy to say ‘name 5 songs’ everytime you wear a band t shirt

was vulnrable for a minute and they exploaded my organs forever

idk how to flirt but i can make things awkward if you're into that

hey siri how to stop being a burden to everyone around you when you don’t feel like you deserve to get better subconsciously

fuck y'all know about lie