Mend The Roads With The Ruins Of Churches

regulus is the WORST when he’s drunk because suddenly he’s social. hugging people. complimenting people he openly hates. agreeing to every terrible idea immediately like “yeah obviously let’s steal that traffic cone.” he gets weirdly affectionate too, like holding people’s faces and telling them they matter to him meanwhile everyone around him is just standing there in genuine horror because this is REGULUS

the best fanfiction you've ever read was written by a woman in her 40s before she made dinner for her kids. it was written by a teenager after school when they should've been studying for a history test. and a barista came up with the idea while they cleaned the espresso machine and busser fact-checked it on their break and the post-doc edited between writing grant proposals and the nurse apologized for typos in the notes after a long shift and behind every drabble and one-shot and multi-chapter fic there is a person with a wonderful and interesting and chaotic life and it is such a privilege that we get to be apart of it because they decided to do this thing we all share, for fun.

so sick of people who are allergic to headcanons, like you love your version of sirius but hate mine? too bad theyre making out

The problem with commercial F/M romance is that it's written by the most heterosexual women alive and reading it you feel yourself slowly suffocating from the Gender of it all like a fish in a eutrophying lake. And what we actually need as a culture is F/M written by insane bisexuals violently allergic to heteronormativity