Having Siblings Is Basically Like Being Able To Say A Completely Normal Sentence In A Tone Of Voice That

having siblings is basically like being able to say a completely normal sentence in a tone of voice that you KNOW will annoy the other

and them getting annoyed

it’s quite satisfying

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As he entered the dark waters, Regulus knew something was wrong. Terribly wrong.

Those waters did not welcome him. They rejected him. A shiver went down his spine. A warning.

He needed to get out of here. Quickly. Something was wrong. Terribly wrong.

That was when something grabbed his ankle. A hand. He screamed. And he screamed. More and more hands grabbed him. His feet. His legs. His clothes. His arms.

He couldn’t see. All was darkness. He couldn’t breathe. All was darkness.

He fought it. He tried to. But he couldn’t. Those things were too many. He was too weak.

He wanted to scream, but all that came out of his mouth were bubbles.

Where was the surface? Up? Down? Right? Left? Was there any surface?

NO! THIS CAN’T BE IT!

He couldn’t die this way. He couldn’t. Not when there were so many things he wanted to do. He thought he’d made his peace with death. Apparently, no.

Will they ever know? Will they ever know that I didn’t betray them? That I would have given the world to them? Will they ever forgive me?

As his vision blurred and the last remnants of oxygen in his lungs left his mouth, Regulus thought of all the things he wished he’d done.

I should have told Dorcas, Pandora, Evan and Barty that they were the best friends I could’ve ever asked for, that without them I would have been lost, that I always looked forward to hanging out with them. I should have told Sirius I loved him, that I didn’t really resent him for leaving, that I only stayed behind because one of us had to, and because I was too weak to be like him. I should have told James that he was the only one who made me smile, that thinking of him was the only thing that kept me going as I knew I was heading towards my death. I wish I’d told them how they meant the world to me. But they’ll never know. They never will.

Guys, it’s Oatmeal. C’mon.

— Donte Collins