Mood.

Mood.

Why do I only look my best when I'm literally dying in the inside ?

Why do I only feel like putting on make up and feel pretty when I'm hating myself ?

Why ?

one thing about break up jegulus because of the Dark Mark, is that I don't like when James thinks that Reggie did it on purpose to hurt him. I think James would understand why Reg had to do it, and that he would try and help Regulus, maybe even becoming a DE himself, or at the very least be a spy.

I'm waiting for all of PJO's episode to be out before watching them, but I love seeing analysing posts in Tumblr, so that after i can search for them when i am whatching the show !

That is so funny and cute lmaoo (and infuriating too but shush)

I work at a restaurant and nothing will ever beat the time this woman threw an absolute hissy fit at brunch because we ran out of home fries and all we had were french fries, she yelled at me, she demanded to speak to my manager, and when she’s in the middle of complaining, my manager just stopped her and went “hey do you want a hug?” and this woman went “what?” and my manager was like “you just seem super upset about the shape of these potatoes and I thought maybe you needed a hug” fucking hysterical, I got to watch a human blue screen in real life, absolutely the best way to shame someone for their nonsense I’ve ever seen

Little does Regulus knows that water just worsen the sting of the spices. He should have grabbed some bread, or milk instead.

fire - @jegulus-microfic - word count: 131

Regulus stared at James, a bead of sweat slowly dropping down his neck.

James grinned back menacingly, eyes bright, as if he knew he had won.

So Regulus took another bite.

"S'good," Regulus murmured, staring stubbornly, trying to chew as little as possible before swallowing.

"So...you'd like it if I made it every night, then?" James asked innocently.

Fucking prick.

He tried, alright? He tried to meet James's eyes with a signature unaffected frown.

But he couldn't.

Regulus broke from their staring contest, gasping a bit and reaching with a shaking hand towards the glass of water near him.

"My bloody mouth is on fire," he all-but-yelled, gulping down the cold liquid.

James just laughed triumphantly, shovelling spicy curry in his mouth, completely unaffected by the heat.

Stupid sore winner.