Hello there, fellow being

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reblog if you're gay, not gay, slightly gay, or if you just want to launch donald trump into a dying star

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Petition to stop people shipping Regulus with women and Dorcas with men

[a-singular-ch-cherry-frog]

petition signed

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17 December 1975 / 15 May 1976

[bralnwashed]

No no hey why do you have to hurt me like that

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omg i just realized that in the second photo it's actually Regulus wearing Sirius' jacket

[a-singular-ch-cherry-frog]

nuh uh :'(

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curfew - January 28 - jegulus - @taylorswiftmicrofic - word count: 297

Regulus wanted to scream. It was the seventh time he had, while on his Prefect rounds, come across James Potter. And not only did the older boy seem completely unabashed at getting caught, he seemed happy about it!

“Potter,” he gritted out, walking up to the sixth-year, who was sitting on a bench and swinging his feet, “have you no concept of curfew?”

“I mean, I know what it means,” the older boy grinned, eyes shining. “I just chose to ignore it.”

“Damn the consequences, then?” Regulus griped, crossing his arms. He tried not to think about how insufferably good Potter looked sitting there, so at ease, his hair windswept and a smile on his face. “You must have had to sit through a million detentions by now.” He knew Potter had been given at least a few, seeing as he’d written the boy up himself.

“Eh, detentions can be enjoyable if you know how to make them so,” Potter smirked and Regulus’s heart skipped a beat. “Plus, I get caught less often than you think.”

The Slytherin snorted. “Potter, I’ve caught you every single time I go on rounds. You’re not exactly sneaky.” Because yes, Potter was good-looking, but he didn’t seem to be that sly.

But the older boy just chuckled. “Oh, Black. What makes you think I didn’t want to be caught?”

Still grinning, the Gryffindor then pulled out a silvery piece of fabric, slipping it over his head and completely disappearing. “What the bloody hell..” Regulus whispered, mouth agape.

Before he could properly process what had happened, though, a voice whispered close to his ear, “See you on Thursday, Reggie.”

And indeed, Thursday was the next time he had rounds. He couldn’t decide if he was dreading it or looking forward to it.

[a-singular-ch-cherry-frog]

whys my laptop so roasty toasty I could toast a marshmallow on it

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first friend - @wolfstarmicrofic - word count: 348

Sirius walked nervously toward the train, fidgeting with the handle of his trunk, looking around the huge, overwhelming crowd of witches and wizards.

Mother and Father had dropped him off only moments ago, whispering reminders to him that he was expected to uphold the reputation of the Black Family, that he was to be sorted into Slytherin Or Else, that he was to remain on his best behavior and, of course, that he was to be extremely selective of his friends.

Friends.

He'd never had one. Mother and Father had only allowed him to associate with family up until now, and though he occasionally snuck out to go to the park down the street or the store at the corner, he'd never been able to leave with enough regularity to make friends.

For the first time, he was free.

He looked around, immediately spotting the people he knew his parents would approve of. People who wore surly expressions and family crests and perfectly pressed black and green outfits. People Sirius really would rather go back and live out the rest of his days at Grimmauld than make friends with.

But then, through the crowd, he spotted him.

A tall, gangly-looking boy who only could be a first year by the way he looked around fearfully. Scars cross-crossed his lovely face and his expression looked...kind, even underneath his nervousness.

Immediately Sirius knew his parents would never approve. The boy's clothes were threadbare, this trunk was scratched, and his hair was messy. He looked completely unpresentable.

Sirius walked forward anyway.

"Hey, I'm Sirius," he said when he approached the boy, sending him a small smile.

"Remus," the boy replied, voice soft. "Are you a first year?"

"Yep! Are you as scared shit as I am?" Sirius asked cheerfully, trying to calm the other boy.

"Oh, fuck. Absolutely," Remus replied, shoulders relaxing a bit. "I think I'm gonna puke, actually."

Yeah. This was the type of person Sirius wanted to be friends with.

"Let's find a seat, mate. Just don't puke on me," Sirius laughed, dragging Remus to an open door.

[a-singular-ch-cherry-frog]

and then they were lovers tehehe

[iloveartinallitsforms]

regulus wakes up on a sunday morning and james is softly kissing his shoulder and he’s still half asleep and he calls james baby and they get up and make breakfast together and feed their cats and go on a walk but regulus makes james carry him on his back halfway through and they go home and lay on the couch and eat ice cream and doze for hours and they live happily ever after amen

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yes

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conan gray = sirius black

[a-singular-ch-cherry-frog]

indeed

[that-bitch-kat3]

further proof that conan gray is sirius black

[shaniacsboogara]

DID CONAN GRAY SERIOUSLY JUST SAY "DON'T BE SCARED LITTLE CHILD YOU'RE NO DEMON, THERE'S A GOD IN THE SKY DON'T BELIEVE HIM, DON'T BE SCARED LITTLE CHILD OF THAT FEELING, YOU'RE IN LOVE YOU FOUND HEAVEN"

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Guess who my favourite artists is?

Impossible edition

[a-singular-ch-cherry-frog]

same 🤭

[st4rboyloser]

thinking about how Regulus is brighter than the sun but Sirius is closer to the sun so Regulus is outshined

[a-singular-ch-cherry-frog]

plus if you consider that James is the sun...

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you just got press crow'd. reblog to instantly press crow your friends

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There's a strawberry farm near me...

And I've never seen any of the worker people stand up...

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Wolfstar proposal time hehe

So, Sirius would ask Remus on a lovely, romantic, library date where he'd propose. Sirius had obviously let James and Peter know of his intentions, because y'know, they're friends - not to hint at them to arrange anything etcetera. But...

James and Peter arranged something big. Something bold. Something huge. Something worthy to show Sirius's love for Remus. And it was all in secret. (apart from Minnie who knew but didn't stop it (she is one of the biggest wolfstar shippers and I shall die on that hill if needed))

Remus says yes to the date, but is more than slightly suspicious and very intrigued, and he and Sirius go to a quiet corner of the library where two comfy armchairs are sitting next to a table with a mug of hot chocolate and a mug of tea on it.

They both sit down and do some reading, and after about 10 minutes of Sirius actually reading, he decides it is time. Sirius then gets to his feet and pulls out a brown box - a ring box.

Just as he is about to start his speech, there is a few shrieks and yells from another part of the library and the stomping of hooves coming straight towards them.

When the mysterious maker of the stomping sound rounds the ancient bookcase, almost knocking it over, and comes into view of Sirius and Remus, both of whom are still on one knee or sitting down, respectively, they stare. In silence. For about 5 seconds until the orchestra starts.

It's James and Peter, both of whom are in their Animagus forms, plus fifteen of Peter's rat friends, all perched on James's antlers and being conducted by Peter, from his perch on James's nose. James is also singing.

Sirius clears his voice and begins his speech, something that is so funny, charming and cute, that it brings little tears to Remus's eyes (and James's for that matter). And then, the question is asked.

"Will you marry me, Remus?" Sirius said

"Yes." Remus replied, jumping up to kiss him

(at this point James and Peter are in a puddle on the floor unable to deal with this cuteness)

(the next day Sirius is showing off his ring to anyone who passed him in the corridors and Remus is telling Lily ALL about it)

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Pandora's Box

So...

Would I be called crazy if I suggested that Pandora Rosier (or Malfoy/Lovegood depending on your headcannons) was the same Pandora who opened the box in Greek mythology?

I know the time periods wouldn't match up by a thousand years or so (and that at least one of them is fictional) but if you consider these four options;

a) that Pandora is some kind of mystical being (who opened the box) and stopped ageing at 14 or something and forgot to tell anyone, or maybe no one believed her, and just stayed 14 the rest of her life until she got adopted by a wizarding family who thought she was twelve (highly unlikely but oh well) and enrolled her into Hogwarts. She eventually told them about her ageing thing when the rest of her year group was 14 and they (with her permission) cast a spell to make her age again.

b) that after she opened the box, Pandora was trapped in a time loop and only got out in the 70s, but she was twelve due to the magic of the time loop. (and then got enrolled into Hogwarts etc.)

c) that marauders Pandora is a reincarnation of Greek mythology Pandora, who can still remember her past life.

d) that Pandora (Greek one) was simply an alternate reality version of marauders Pandora, but both lived in different times in their separate realities.

Feel free to add your own opinion/theory etc. :)

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Knuckles - December 28 - jegulus - @taylorswiftmicrofic - word count: 214

Regulus blinked, sure he had misheard. “Come again?” He asked lightly, staring at his best friend in utter disbelief.

“James Potter. He got in a Muggle Duel today,” Barty said casually, but his eyes gleamed and his knowing stare told Regulus that Barty knew that Regulus was very interested in this information.

“Wh- why? Is he okay?” He stuttered, trying not to sound too concerned. 

“Oh, he’s fine. A few broken knuckles and a bloody nose. Pomfrey put him right in a snap. But the bloke he hit? Well, Potter’s as strong as he looks,” Barty said, voice full of impressed envy. 

“Do you know why they fought?” Regulus pried, still trying and failing to sound casual.

Barty chuckled. “Well, rumor has it that the guy was talking a lot of shit about a sixth-year Slytherin. Calling him names and the like. Saying he was going to try to hurt him for being a ‘blood traitor.’ Potter was furious.”

Regulus’s mouth popped open and he flushed a deep red.

Barty continued, a thrilled grin forming on his face. “I just can’t figure out why he was so mad, you know? Almost seemed…personal. It’s weird, right?” His voice was laced with sarcasm and Regulus found he couldn’t meet his eye.

“Yeah. Weird.”

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this is so cute eeeekkk 😆