Piper’s obsessions

PIPER (still have to come up with the rest of my alias)

About MOI!:

I reallly like coffee and stars and shiny stuff and food and colors ( purple and green and red and brown and black) and MUSIC and myself

i am very emotional as in i feel stuff deeply and i get attached very easily and love my friends so. Yea. Careful ig?

im dyslexic but i try my best. Adhd, anxiety. Bi-cultural and trilangual (which is pretty cool if i do say so myself). Im also a dumbass and will NOT hold back on this app cuz why would I?

•FANDOMS!• And *** intrests *** :

•The Marauders • PJO and that universe • The Owl House and that universe(s) • Fashion *** Hostory/Anthropology/Theology *** LGBTQ+ community *** and alot of other things i cant really remember

My blogs:

@thegracefulroyaltownofthesaint (this one) ~ my main. A trip into my brain basically.

@thetownsroyalmuseum ~ All stuff Fandoms

@theresarumorinthesaintstown ~ long tag conversations cuz i dont like having them on here

My tags:(might be used on my other blogs as well)

#Lindsay ignore this ~ anything i don't want brought up in my real life. (Usually about feeling/gender stuff)

#the town cuts loose ~ anything music related

#the town talks ~ random thoughts that are mainly for myself

#petitions to the saint ~ things i want basically (usually gonna be complaints, sometimes reminders for myself)

Im done with this but i dont wanna have it in my drafts for any longer, so it will be edited later 😁

I love you

You're amazing

You're pretty

You're handsome

“oh you poor baby. do you need someone to kiss you better?”

Sirius didn’t understand what the fuss was about when it comes to sex. He found it a bit boring and just hoped the girls would finish sooner.

Until he and Remus finally got together and Remus had him writhing, wet and sweaty; panting into the mattress.

sirius would be like my family actually owns 17% of london and we invented velvet. and we can’t eat cereal because of a blood feud with kellogg’s. you know our cellar is mostly fabergé eggs and emergency gold. oh and my uncle bought the north sea in 1923. and i’m also allergic to tap water and technically banned from switzerland but only seasonally.

But the truth is Sirius doesn’t fall often. He just cares loudly.

And when he does fall, like really fall, it’s once, completely, catastrophically, and for the rest of his life.

Evan was one of the few non-chemical things that could cut through the static in his head.

He was, in the worst and best way, addictive.

Barty blinked slowly, realizing he’d been staring. Evan noticed, of course he did. “What?” he asked, raising a brow.

“Nothing,” Barty murmured. “Just… you’re really pretty.”

Evan froze for half a second, then looked away, ears going pink. “You’re high.”

“And?”

Evan’s mouth twitched like he was fighting a smile. “And,” he said slowly, “you’re gonna say shit you won’t remember tomorrow.”

“Don’t care. You’re hot.”