I Finished The Picture Of Dorian Gray Yesterday

i finished the picture of dorian gray yesterday

everyone only ever talks about the picture, and yet nobody talks about dorian's soul and the consequences, or his morals

is it so wrong to feel the yearning desire to live our life to what we consider is the fullest? i can't blame dorian, he was willing to sacrifice his soul to live like he wanted and i would too

he was an awful human being, a hypocrite, and he never actually regretted his actions

but do we have the rights to judge him?

Random thought but does anyone remember Stuart from Crimson rivers?

Personally I think probably-not-Stuart was one of the best characters in the whole fic

“safe in your arms”

written for day 3 of september for @jegulus-microfic with the prompt “storm”

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The thunder scared Regulus. There were too many things that the thunder reminded Regulus of. And James knew this. 

A storm was raging outside and Regulus was lying down in bed, curled in the covers. They smelled like him and James. James was making tea in the kitchen, and was warming up some of the leftover orange muffins he had made today for breakfast. 

A record is playing faintly in the bedroom, sending out warm noises. James walks in with a smile on his face, and his eyes visibly brighten when he sees Reg curled in bed like a burrito. “Tea and muffins dear,” he says softly, handing them to Regulus. 

Regulus takes a sip of tea and his face scrunches up a bit. It is not at all like his tea, Regulus thinks. 

“No need to make that face Reggie, I know it’s not your tea, but it's drinkable thank you very much.” James says, laughing. 

Regulus curses himself for making a face, because the last thing he wanted was to make James feel bad. “It’s fine really, sorry James. I’m just used to mine.” 

James smiles, taking a bite of his muffin. He sets the rest of it on the nightstand, coming up to snuggle Regulus. His fingers card through Reggies dark locks, brushing them out. Regulus melts into James at the touch, his back against James’ stomach. 

A sudden crash of thunder has Regulus closing his eyes and James feels Regulus tense next to him. “Love it’s ok, it’s alright. Just thunder, nothing more.” He says, placating him. “Just thunder love.” 

Hands come to soothe around and over Regulus’ body, through his hair, rubbing his chest and down his arms. It grounds him, feeling James touch. He focuses on the callouses on James hands, the hum of the record still on, the warm blankets over him. It helps a lot. 

“I got you, I got you,” James is saying. “I won’t let you go, I’m not gonna let you drown in this ok?” 

“Goodnight James.” It’s only 7pm, but Regulus is drained from the day. And he knows he’ll sleep well in James' arms tonight. 

“Goodnight love,” James says, kissing the back of head. 

its currently storming outside so its like perfecttt for this. and my little AHB! references make me soo happyy tehe.

-a.s.

sirius: *creeping behind regulus to stab him*

regulus, loudly: I hope no one is about to attack me from behind because I'm thinking about making cookies later.

sirius: *pauses*

sirius: what kind?

Nico: I can't believe all these people dressed in black cloaks. Black cloaks was my thing, and now everyone's doing it to be "cool". They're all posers.

Will: Nico, I cannot stress this enough. We are at a funeral.

Jason (Age 12): I’m not gonna die from inhaling cigarette smoke, quit worrying, B.

Jason (Age 15): *dies from smoke inhalation*

Jason (Age 19): Well, it wasn’t the cigarettes.