Joe Being Androgynous Is Just So *makes Pathetic Whimpering Noise And Combusts (as I Wish I Could Have

Joe being androgynous is just so *makes pathetic whimpering noise and combusts (as I wish I could have even a percentage of his androgyny)*

two clueless boys

This becomes more precious and maniacal every time I reread it.

candy - @rosekillermicrofic - word count: 190

"Trick or treat!" Tiny voices signaled to Barty and Evan that it was finally, finally time,

When Regulus had patiently explained to them the Muggle tradition of dressing up and knocking on doors for Halloween, they'd been thrilled. They'd spent weeks perfecting their years, their costumes, their entryway, making sure everything was ready for this moment. And now?

"AHHHHHHHH!" Barty screamed, popping out of the coffin he was hiding in, fake blood flowing from his pale, makeup-covered mouth, his zombie costume perfected after hours of work.

Two children, barely older than seven, stared wide-eyed and frozen at him.

But then, Evan jumped at them from behind.

Chainsaw in hand, transfigured meat to look like severed limbs hanging around his neck by bloody ropes, mask over his face, he cackled madly, waving the chainsaw above his head, red lights flashing from their house. "HAPPY HALLO-" he began to yell.

But with high-pitched, terrified screams, the children ran, not stopping even as they left the yard, hurling up the street.

Immediately, Evan cut out the chainsaw and turned to a confused-looking Barty, tilting his head to the side. "But....they forgot their candy?"

Googie is far superior to Google in every way, shape and form.

No, Google Docs, there is a distinct difference between "cussing" and "cursing."

“Well, yes, that too. But that’s not the point right now!”

evan: this past year ive been slipping in and out of-

dorcas: barty

barty:

regulus:

pandora:

evan: ...depression

This is the kind of relationship I crave with every fibre of my being.

One right above the other, how perfect.