WDYM Vander adopted Powder(now jinx), Vi, Claggor, and Mylo? no he birthed those kids himself. can confirm I was his jacket

i am Remus lupin

lowkey living like Remus lupin rn. Transmasc(?) nerd with back and hip problems whos in love with their so much more popular best friend.

Hi! This is a rant about me just 'casual'ly being in love with my best friend.

ba dum tssss. casual by chappel roan joke in the title.

so like. I've been in love with my best friend for five years. She doesn't know. She thinks I stopped liking her two years ago. I never did. Even though we stopped talking as much, I still dream of her. Her long brown hair, her eyes bluer than the shiniest of diamonds, cut to perfection, ones I could get lost in for the rest of my life, if only she wouldn't look away. I want blue to meet greenish grey. I want j to meet e, I want to love her freely. Her smile shines bright, the words spilling out speak to my soul in ways nobody else could. Our minds and souls intertwined. Every time something changes about one of us, it changes about the other. Even when we hadn't spoken in months. I started liking something, so did she. Her sexuality changed, so did mine. We liked the same people, same medias, and same music. We were the best of friends, to put it simply. I've drawn her, but I could never truly, fully capture the overwhelming beauty she possesses. I could never express that to her. She has a boyfriend. I've hinted to her that I like her, but I don't think I'd ever tell her straight up. Another thing is- when her gender changes to male, I feel like a transmasc gay man. When her gender is female, I feel like a nonbinary lesbian. My gender and sexuality changes to hers, as she is the only one I will ever truly love. I could write books about her, but no amount of books could ever tell the amount of love I have for this girl. She makes me feel alive. My heart races, and my hands shake, as the words spill out of my mouth, ones that I don't want to, that tell her things I never should've said. I should've kept my mouth shut before, but I didn't. I should've waited. So I will wait now. She has said things that make me wonder, even though I know they're not about me. She says 'oh, yeah, I like bigger boys and girls' (we were talking about Claggor and Vander from arcane, for context.) I am bigger. She says she loves losers and nerds. I am a loser and a nerd. She likes people with glasses. I have glasses. She likes people who are funny. She laughs at every stupid joke I make. I know they'll never be about me, but I'm starting to hope. The other day she said we did like each other at the same time, a while back. And it hurts, knowing I could've had a chance to be with the love of my life. And I know that's a hold statement, at 14, but I know it is true. I have never loved anyone as I have loved her. Her laugh is like a song my heart beats along to. Her smile is pretty like a jewel. Her eyes are like suns, although they shine brighter. Her hands have been in mine, and I would do so much to feel her gentle touch again. Her hand in mine, giggling along to a cringey song I haven't listened to in years. It hurts so much. I love her more than I could ever say, and to love her in silence is to destroy myself. But if I tell her, it'll destroy her. I'd rather suffer by myself, as I know she is not in the mental state to deal with this. I can handle it. I always have, so I will handle it now. Johanna, if you're reading this, which you probably never will, it is about you. It's Elliot/Ezra. I've been in love with you since we were nine. My love for you has never wavered. Anyone else I've liked, they've just been people who remind me of you. Beautiful, funny, and nerdy. I love you, and I am so sorry that I do.

merry crisis

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post to get ready to disappear off the Internet for another few months✌️

uhh yeah. This is kinda just a vent post. Pls leave or scroll if you don't fw that.

Sorry I haven't been online in forever my old phone broke and I kinda forgot about Tumblr tbh.

Also I have another heart shattering peter take!!!

Seer Peter.

Seer Peter has his first vision at age fifteen, while laying in the dorm, James, Sirius, and Remus all asleep. He sees himself. But older, more tired looking. He sees himself begging Voldemort not to actually go after James and Lily- he had only joined him of fear that he'd die in this war. Peter begging him, sobbing, on his knees, crying out for a chance at his friends' survival. He didn't want it to end like this- he didn't want it to end. He just wanted to be alive to see the day his friends get their happy ending, because he knew he'd never get his. Peter would never get his. He only wanted to survive. But he would go down in history as a coward. Everyone would see him as the boy who ran to people more powerful than him. But that was never really the truth. Peter truly cared about his friends. He didn't give up their location out of greed- he never even gave it up at all! Voldemort had searched his mind, walked through it like he was shopping at a grocery mart, only to find what, in the end, would cause the marauders to die out.

His second vision was even more terrifying. He sees himself. Dead. Eyes rolled back, strangled at his own hands.

Remus. Holding hands with Nymphadora Tonks. Dead.

Sirius. Falling through the veil, Harry screaming while Remus held him back, tears in both of their eyes.

James and Lily. Hitting the floor. One year old Harry crying.

Peter knew how this would end. There's no changing the prophecy.

As the day hit October 31st, 1981...Peter Oliver Pettigrew whispered to himself 'The end is here.'