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the room where i learned.

there was the room where i learned that the table setting wasn’t normal, that the times were unreasonable, that the gifts didn’t have real meaning, that the plaque wasn’t common, that the letter ‘f’ meant more than ‘a’, that the money was just a statement, that the trips were for show, that the separation had broke us, that the sun was just a star, that the dog wasn’t supposed to bite, that the voices meant less than words, that the sounds shouldn’t be memorized, that the silver was worth more than the gold, and that the house was not a home.

-louii ro

okay wait i’m stupid ignore my thing about the p0rn bots it’s literally just tumblrs main building😭😭

okay so i decided that instead of actually doing my homework i was going to make this and i am honestly very proud of myself on how good it looks (though it is a bit big) im just proud i did this without quitting so yay 🎉

green - @rosekillermicrofic - word count: 204 - TW: MCD

Barty's favorite color is black.

He loves it. His clothes are black, his nails are black, he jokes that his soul is black, though that's more to piss off his dad.

But he's never not liked it. The way it's just unapologetically there.

He's confident when people ask him, he doesn't need an explanation.

Until he meets Evan.

Then, it is harder to say what his favorite color is. Because suddenly, he has an obsession with green.

Not the green of grass- that's too bright. Nor is it the green of the apples that always sit on the table during meals at Hogwarts. It's not even Slytherin green, though he pretend it is for a while. It's paler, but deeper. More intense.

It's the green of Evan's eyes.

He can't admit it for years, he still insists that black is his favorite.

But when he's sixteen, and he finally pushes aside the fear and the self-loathing to admit his obsession is actually yearning, he meets those green eyes seconds before their lips touch in the most mind-blowing kiss he's ever experienced.

And he knows that green will forever be his favorite color.

Until a flash of green light takes Evan away from him forever.

please duck please work…

OMG IT'S HAPPENING I'M SO HAPPY I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS FOR SO LONG AHDLJVHFAJKHFKJA

As promised: more roommate!james

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 │ part 4 │part 5 │ part 6 │ part 7 │ part 8 │ part 9 │ part 10 │ part 11 │ part 12

roommate!James x shy!reader ♡ 1.3k words

Thunder crashes. A branch from the tree outside smacks into your bedroom window, making you jump. You smile a little at your reaction, and a frisson goes up your spine, giddy. 

You’re kind of in a euphoric state tonight. 

The storm came in early, darkening the sky hours before its time and bringing torrents of rain down upon your home. Immediately, your windows had been opened, your candles lit, and you were curled up on your bed with a book in your hands. 

Downstairs, you can hear the familiar buzz of the TV playing one of James’ sports games. The whole apartment smells like the cookies you made earlier, which you have a small plate of next to you and which your roommate had moaned as he’d bitten into upon you offering some to him. Sweetheart, keep spoiling me like this and you’ll never get me to leave. 

Suffice to say, you’ve been having a fairly good evening. 

Your book is just starting to pick up when the TV quiets. Everything quiets. There’s a thud, followed by a hissed curse. 

You laugh a little. Pick up your phone. 

Alright down there? You text James. 

More thudding sounds. You think about picking your book back up, but decide to wait.

If I were bleeding out on the living room floor, do you think I’d be able to text you back?

A moment later: If you wanted to do a thorough job of seeing I was alright, you should have come and seen for yourself.

Then: And I heard you laughing.

You smile to yourself, a quiet chuckle escaping you. Sorry, can’t, you reply. Too cozy. 

You hear his heavy footfalls coming up the stairs, and you have only a few moments to brace yourself before he’s swinging open your door. 

Lately, your body has been doing this thing where he looks at you and it’s like the ground softens beneath you. Luckily, you’re already on a bed, so it’s not really possible this time. 

James shuts off the flashlight on his phone, looking around your room with the ghost of a smile on his lips. 

“Woah. Are you having a seance in here?” 

You roll your eyes, ignoring the way the candlelight plays prettily over his features. “You’re just jealous that I was prepared for the power to go out and you weren’t.” 

“It looks like you were hoping for it.” James grins. He starts to cross the room, and you’re like a sunflower to your light as you tilt to face him. 

He lays down next to you on your bed, on his stomach with his forearms propping him up. It’s a somewhat tight fit, but James doesn’t seem to mind the way his hip and shoulder are touching yours. His shampoo smell wraps around you like a hug. 

You pick up your tea as an excuse not to look at him, blowing softly before taking a sip. James watches you consideringly. 

“You really are thriving in here, aren’t you?” he teases softly. “Look at you, you’ve got your fuzzy socks on, your tea, your book. You’re in paradise.” 

You smile sheepishly as you set your tea down on the floor. “Sorry you couldn’t finish your game.” 

“Oh, it’s alright.” He nudges your shoulder with his. “I’d rather hang with you anyway.” 

You feel your brows furrow, a confusing mass of emotions knotting in your chest. “Don’t say that,” you tell him softly.

You can feel James’ gaze warming the side of your face. His voice is just as quiet. “Why not?” 

You look over, and his eyes don’t flit away like a sane person’s would. They’re steady and warm as the flames around you. Instantly the room feels too small, him a little too close. 

James’ smile is almost tentative. “Look, I know you drew the short stick with this roommate agreement, but I plan to soak up as much roomie time as I can get. Sorry.” 

“I did not,” you murmur. 

“Didn’t what?” 

“You drew the short stick.” Your face burns. You know James too well to think he’d be making fun of you, but it’s difficult to imagine an alternative. He can’t really think you don’t like having him as a roommate after all the ways he’s been a friend to you, the times he’s stepped in to help, when you’ve only been a burden and a drag. “Not me.” 

His eyebrows twitch closer to each other, and his lips tilt bemusedly, as though they’re unsure of what else to do. The lenses of his glasses reflect the candlelight, brown eyes molten behind them. 

“I’m inclined to disagree,” he says. The air between you feels thick and sweet. Your heart seems to know something you don’t, quickening its rhythm in your chest. Then, because it’s James, he flicks up a brow. “Truce?” 

You laugh quietly, turning your face down towards your book. There are goosebumps going all down your arms. “Sure,” you say. 

“Good,” he murmurs. “Glad that’s settled.” 

You don’t respond this time. You’re not sure you can. The words on your page blur by, unnoticed and unimportant.

Lightning cracks outside. You gasp and turn to see it, and James’ lips meet you there. 

You should have known he would be soft like this. You’ve kept yourself from thinking about it, but you could have guessed. The first gentle, warm press of his mouth is so lovely you get lost in it, but when it lasts for too long and he starts to draw back, you remember that you can move, too. 

He takes in a tiny inhale when you part your lips for him, his hand finding your waist and his body curving over yours. Your arm falls out from under you, and James follows you down. He tastes sweet and familiar, like home. 

You bring your hands up to his face, one resting tentatively on his cheek while the other toys with the idea of slipping its fingers into his hair. The sky rumbles outside. Your heart pitters. 

“It’s okay,” James mumbles. His voice buzzes against your lips. “It’s okay, sweetheart, please.” 

You grasp at the roots of his hair, palm settling more surely on his cheek, and James makes a sound low in his throat. He breaks the kiss to pull off his glasses. You take them from where he sets them on the bed, placing them more carefully on the floor where they’re not so likely to get crushed. His lips curve over yours. You think that if you were to detour to either side, you might find a dimple in his cheek. 

“James,” you murmur. 

“Oh, it’s James again now, is it?” 

“What?” 

“Nothing.” He kisses the corner of your mouth. “What is it?” 

“Are you sure?” 

It’s a nonsensical question, but in fairness you think all the blood that’s supposed to be in your brain has gone to your lips, and James seems to get what you mean anyway. 

He chuckles quietly. “I am, yeah.” He makes a sound that’s almost like a sigh, hand climbing up your back until it’s trapped between your shoulders and your bed. “I don’t ever tell you how lovely you are, but I’ve…I’m sure. What about you?”

“I don’t know,” you admit. “I think so.” 

“That’s okay.” James kisses your chin, the curve of your jaw. 

“You’re lovely, too,” you tell him somewhat desperately. His lashes tickle your cheek. Your fingers are still burrowed in the hair at his nape. “I never tell you. I like when you’re here.” 

You feel his smile bloom against your skin. “I like you too, sweetheart,” he says, voice light with teasing. 

You frown, wishing he would take you seriously. “I do. I really like you.” 

“I think I like you more.” 

You scoff. He nips at your jaw, surprising a laugh out of you. “You can’t always win,” you say. 

James makes a happy humming sound. “I guess we’ll have to see.”

Hello, more crack from the Modern Epic Au because I lack self control. It's based on these two videos simultaneously. Luke is currently possessed and chained to the bed.

Nico: *Holding A Bible And Rosary*

Nico: ...Kronos?

Luke(Possessed by Kronos): Yes?

Malcolm: ...*Reaches For His Pistol*

Annabeth: *Slaps him Before He Can Grab It*

Nico: *Swallows* Kronos...I say unto thee—

Chris: *Realizing Where This Is Going*

Chris: ...Ain't no fucking way—

Nico: —the power of christ...Compels you!

Luke(Kronos): *Speechless*

Everyone In The Room (Except Percy he's in on it): *Speechless*

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Gods Watching In Olympus: *Speechless*

Hades: Hold on, let him cook!

Zeus: Let him cook!?

M.E Hermes: *Already Mourning His Son*

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Percy: *Holding Holy Water* I'm sorry, Does anyone else have a better idea!? No? Alright then!

Nico: The power of christ...compels you!

Luke(Kronos): Does it? Does it boy?

Nico: *Angrier* The power of christ compels you!

Luke(Kronos): ...Wait why is that—

Nico: *More Confident* The power of CHRIST compels you!

Luke(Kronos): *Thrashing* Stop it...!

Nico: *Gestures to Percy* The power of christ COMPELS you!

Percy: *Splashes Him With Holy Water*

Luke(Kronos): *Violent Hisses*

Nico: The power of CHRIST compels you!

Percy: *Splashes Again*

Luke(Kronos): *Violent Screaming*

Luke: Holy shit!?

Annabeth: Luke!?

Chris: ...AIN'T NO FUCKING WAY—!?

Luke: Don't stop! It's working, keep going!

Luke(Kronos): ENOUGH!

Nico & Percy: THE POWER OF CHRIST COMPELS YOU!

Percy: *Splashes*

Luke(Kronos): AHHHHH!

Nico & Percy: THE POWER OF CHRIST COMPELS YOOOOU!

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