My Tumblr Crushes:
orblit
clumsyherbologist
mto-art
butterbeer-cork-necklaces
prctettcre
deathsmaster
friendshipandbravery
pxtionmaster
jazzandmagic
I'm not surprised. These are the fam. Love them.

seen from China
seen from T1
seen from Russia
seen from Spain
seen from China

seen from Poland
seen from China

seen from Italy
seen from China
seen from Czechia

seen from Italy
seen from United States

seen from Italy
seen from United States

seen from Italy
seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from China
seen from Russia

seen from Malaysia
My Tumblr Crushes:
orblit
clumsyherbologist
mto-art
butterbeer-cork-necklaces
prctettcre
deathsmaster
friendshipandbravery
pxtionmaster
jazzandmagic
I'm not surprised. These are the fam. Love them.

Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
Free to watch ⢠No registration required ⢠HD streaming
đ˘ (orblit )
@orblit
   heâs been too friendly. of course theyâve known each other since school, remus is his best friend, but heâs let it show too much. the werewolf has been something of an exposed nerve for him for yearsâ a weakness. something too easily leveraged, twisted and warped and bastardized into something he doesnât recognize and run through with. he should have known theyâd know.
   one singular moment, not long ago, heâd wondered if there was a way back. believed somehow that this dark path was just a detour and that he could be led back to the light with just the gentle touch. amazing how one kiss could change his lifeâ make him believe in some part of him he believed to be killed off. he should have known that they were watching.
   in one selfish move, heâs taken him from a vague threat to be loomed amongst others to a tool to be used. somethingâ someoneâ so perfectly able to shred what willpower he has left in him by virtue of existence. peter wonât let him be used that way. no matter how much it hurts, he has to let him go.
   no not let go. drive him away. make him run off so thoroughly he canât question it. he has to be gone. has to never forgive him for what he says or does next because itâs the only way to keep him safe.
  peterâs features have never been so sharp or steely as now, his voice never so harsh, and his words never so entirely biting. even in school heâd been rubbish at being a bully. but then, heâd never had a reason to be. not one that really mattered anyways.
   â you really thought i cared about you? thatâs a fucking laugh. honestly the other nightâ it was a joke. i mean i guess i must have pitied you or something, but really you think iâd actually want a repeat performance? â thereâs a harsh scoff, and the words are carving like razorblades into his heart. he doesnât stop.
   â filthy fucking mutt. youâre a beast. you were CONVENIENT in school, and now? youâre screwing greyback, even iâm not that desperate. ministry might have had the right idea with those capture squadsâ should tell you a lot. both sides gunning for things like you. are you really stupid enough to think that i could lâ want you? maybe you all made fun of little wormtail, but at least i choose when to become an animal. no mindless destruction. no murdering innocent people. bet you could still taste blood on your teeth when you kissed me, couldnât you? i bet youâll go off running to james and sirius and lily about all the awful things i saidâ but i donât care. i never want to see your filthy halfbreed face again. that get through your thick skull? or do i need to start pulling out the silver and calling the ministry? â
   he can be a great actor sometimes, when it matters. and it matters now more than ever because if remus leaves, if he never comes back, then maybe heâs safe. he doesnât want to lose the rest but he canât lose him. not to the dark lord. he canât let him become another unwilling pawn in a twisted game of chess. he sneers, ignores the tears pricking at his eyes, as he cocks his head.
   â you know where the door isâ use it. â
12. my muse tells yours they never want to see them again
note (orblit)
[ the letter is written on a piece of parchment enchanted in a similar manner to the marauderâs map. in the top right corner in small lettering are the words for the eyes of messr. moony only. how to reveal itâs secrets? itâs the same as the map. he hopes that heâll realize it. ]
     iâm sorry. i couldnât do it moony. i tried. i wanted to try for youâ for everyone. i couldnât live like a hunted animal. it was only a matter of time before they found me again and i couldnât stand it again. i wouldnât have survived. if my body did my mind would be gone and thatâs no life at all.
     i know youâll try to find a way in which you hold the blame for this, but it wasnât your choice remus. it wasnât because i was alone. i wasnât. it wasnât because none of you saw signs or should have realized. it was going to happen. i just wanted this to be on my terms. i need this to be on my terms as well.
     i loved you remus. i donât mean brotherly love. i was in love with you. i fell for you years ago. back at hogwarts. i didnât realize it then. i didnât realize it when we kissed. or when the war ended. or when i spent twelve years running from all of you. or when you brought me back to life. thatâs what you did when you forced me out of hiding in my rat form. laying on the floor, bleeding out slowly in pain is when it came to me. i was dying and i knew i loved you and that i couldnât love you. that you deserved better.
     thatâs why i told you the truth in the hospital. because i loved you and i needed you to know. i needed you to know because i needed to see the disgust and anger in your eyes. i needed to know that there was no possible way you could ever love me because iâd rather you hate me and lose you forever than think there was any possibility you could feel the same as i did. i knew then what i was going to do and i thought maybe i could make it easier for you if you knew that i was a traitor. that iâm the reason members of the order were killed. good men and women who deserved better than what they got.
     when you remember me iâd rather you do it with anger and hatred. because it means you wonât blame yourself for something you didnât cause. but if you must remember me well, then remember school. before the war. before it all went wrong. when we were still kids and when it was all just a game. back when we were moony and wormtail. marauders forever.
âmessr. wormtail
                                     mischief managed
@orblit // the hardest goodbye is the last ( still selectively accepting )