Nasty Little Rat (Just a Foolish Boy)

A slightly odd being with a taste for writing, music, and dark things. Unfortunately, it has also been dragged into fandom.

I'm Sebastian, in a relationship, and I sign with S B-L or Sebastian Loch.

wiseyoungravenclaw:

Remus Arthur Potter, you were named after two men who looked out for my safety and cared about my well-being out of altruism and decency rather than because I was a tool for them to use or because I was someone’s son.

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animegirlrunningwithtoast:

automaticwoman:

Before you write another tragic lesbian love story with 2 cis white women consider this:

  • a woman of color in the relationship
  • a trans woman in the relationship
  • a story that’s not tragic
  • a story that doesn’t focus on coming out
  • a story that is not sexualized
  • a story involving dragons
  • a bisexual woman in the relationship 

- a disabled woman in the relationship

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nobody-but-mebody:

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I DIDN’T MEAN IT 

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truejaku:

ive changed my theme like 4 times but this one thing stays the same

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orbitingghosts:

STILL LOVE TIHS COMIC

orbitingghosts:

STILL LOVE TIHS COMIC

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In fact, the only things in the flat Crowley devoted any personal attention to were the houseplants. They were huge, and green, and glorious, with shiny, healthy, lustrous leaves.

This was because, once a week, Crowley went around the flat with a green plastic plant mister spraying the leaves, and talking to the plants….

Although talking is perhaps the wrong word for what Crowley did.

What he did was put the fear of God into them.

More precisely, the fear of Crowley.

In addition to which, every couple of months Crowley would pick out a plant that was growing too slowly, or succumbing to leaf-wilt, or browning, or just didn’t look quite as good as the others, and he would carry it around to all the plants. “Say goodbye to your friend,” he’d say to them. “He just couldn’t cut it…”

Then he would leave the flat with the offending plant, and return an hour or so later with a large empty flower pot, which he would leave somewhere conspicuously around the flat.

The plants were the most luxurious, verdant, and beautiful in London. Also the most terrified.

Good Omens (via astarkbastard)
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Is every man in your life a complete wanker except me?
Gavroche to Éponine, Book IV (via theydieholdinghands)
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dramasbomin:

redboxed:

partybarackisinthehousetonight:

really? EVERYBODY was kung fu fighting? i find that hard to believe. stop feeding me these lies

Well it was really hard to see if it was everyone, you see they were as fast as lightning.

And to be honest it was a little bit frightening.

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the three musketeers

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