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Hadestown jegulus how I adore you
long time lyra <3
do you have any jegulus royalty au crumbs for me <3
I've been in a very angsty mood lately and nothing makes me sob like ur regulus
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something something Aida something something…. Seriously the most underrated musical on this planet
Regulus always knew he and James were doomed.
It wasn’t that James wouldn’t be willing to sacrifice everything, his station, his life, his duties to his country for Regulus and the life they could live, it’s that Regulus couldn’t allow him to. James was engaged to Lily, who though perhaps ditzy and empty headed will be the next queen. With James as her husband, and thus the King he could do a world of good, both for her people and for Regulus’s people.
So Regulus knew that they were doomed, because he would soon run and James would be king, and they would never meet again.
He wondered if this was better.
He wasn’t wrong, they were doomed, but this way neither had to live without the other.
Prompt: Night
Jegulus microfic - 164 words
James stared up at the night sky, the chill of the frosty air biting at his fingers and nose. Regulus was curled up at his side as they leaned against the wall of the astronomy tower.
"Regulus," James whispered into the silence, waiting for the hum of reply before continuing. "This marks our three year anniversary."
"What?" Regulus asked, confused. "We haven't even been dating for a year."
"No, it marks our anniversary of the day we met," James said, as though it was the most normal thing in the world to remember and keep track of.
Regulus blinked.
"It does?" He asked.
"Yes," James whispered.
There was a pause.
"I should have got you something," Regulus said. "I didn't know."
"You didn't need to," James replied. "You being here is the best gift in the world for me."
Regulus blushed, blaming the biting night air that was already making his cheeks pink.
"You're so cheesy," he whispered back in reply. "I love you."
The way in which I will never shut up about James “celebrate every memory” Potter
Regulus “what was I made for” Black and James “I was made for loving you baby” Potter
I'M SORRY FOR SPAMMING YOUR INBOX BUT I JUST KEPT SCROLLING YOUR POSTS BCS YOU HAVE BEAUTIFUL MARAUDERS HEADCANONS
-Emmy
Hi Emmy! You have absolutely nothing to apologize for, I’m glad to see someone enjoyed some of my writing <3
James Potter was always a romantic. He made a point to celebrate every special day, every anniversary, every memory.
Regulus loved that about him. That he’d turn a random day into a celebration because “it’s the anniversary of the first time you pointed out your constellation to me Reggie!!!”
So after Regulus wiped James’ memories of their entire relationship those days were extra hard for Regulus. Days that James used to fill with light and joy and little gifts were now empty.
And Regulus was left to remember a day that used to be worth celebrating.
a deflation of our dreaming/leaving me bereft and reeling/my beloved ghost & me/sitting in a tree/d-y-i-n-g
Jesus fucking Christ
I cannot imagine a wild in which the black brothers live farther than a 10 minute walk from each other.
Regardless of if they love or hate each other, if they’re both alive, they live within walking distance
real
regulus: i hate my dumbass brother so much.
barty: then get an apartment that's not next door to his?
regulus: no.
and also
sirius: ugh i hate regulus so much, why is he always here
remus: do you wanna move away?
sirius: what the fuck? no???
Exactly! thank you, I’m glad someone gets it!
Me, a sort of latina (puerto rican), in the middle of reading a jegulus fanfic in which James is Mexican: “god I hate Mexicans”
Me two seconds later: “no I don’t??? wtf????”
I cannot imagine a world in which the black brothers live farther than a 10 minute walk from each other.
Regardless of if they love or hate each other, if they’re both alive, they live within walking distance
Excuse me??????
Ok so y’all know how fancasts like exist generally and if we don’t have an actor for a character or if we want a young version of a character for an edit we just use fancasts?
Someone in the dc universe once used Bruce Wayne as the fancast of Batman for an edit and it gained so much traction that Bruce constantly gets badgered by casting directors to be Batman in shitty movies about Batman.
Bruce misses when he was an urban legend that no one believed in
Oh help I just wrote 300 words of the Aida au that’s been bouncing around my head for months now and promptly started sobbing.
Something something jegulus merlin au something something
Abbott elementary season 5 spoilers
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I don’t like several of the changes they made to the show once Gregory and Janine got together but one of the biggest gripes I have is the fact that they completely removed Emotionally intelligent!Gregory Eddie
Like I completely understand the argument of “they both grew up with different values regarding money” and even the idea that they both have money related trauma but that’s not what this post is about. This post is regarding the fact that until season 5 Gregory was one of the most emotionally mature and intelligent characters I’ve ever seen.
He has a way of understanding Janine specifically that shows that he pays attention, knows her well, and has a good understanding of basic psychology and trauma. But suddenly all of that goes out the window because the writers wanted a break up to add tension to the show?
Fuck that.
Oh PPD Walburga Black they could never make me hate you
If I die I’d want my friends to eat me, so I could finally provide some good to their lives,
but I am rotten and so is my body and eating me would only lead to desease so I hope they leave my meat to the earth and the animals or some kind of science that could benefit from the rotten mess that is my body, but I hope they keep my bones, for my bones are strong, strong and sharp and worth something, I hope my friends forge blades from my bones and sew sheaths from my flesh so they’ll have the weapons I so desperately needed in life.
I hope the blades of my bones get lost to the winds, lost to memories, discovered by young children, children who would one day sharpen their bones while the meat rots off them just like I have, I hope those children find my bones so they never have to sharpen their own.
And in them I will finally have the bravery to fight back.
there is nothing more noble nor desirable than a death that protects others.
When I die young
don’t waste your satin
I don’t care ‘bout no bed of roses
I’ll be in the river, by dawn
Humming that last few notes of our love song
Oh
The sharp knife of a short life
I’ve had just enough time
If I die young/burry me in satin/lay me down on a bed of roses/stick me in the river, at dawn/send me away with the words of a love song