There's a darkness in me. It's always been there.

MATTHEW DADDARIO: Have you seen SIRIUS BLACK around the school? I think the EIGHTEEN year old GRYFFINDOR is in his SEVENTH YEAR. I’ve heard that the PUREBLOOD can be rather TRUSTWORTHY and STRONG-WILLED, but also RECKLESS and CRUEL, I guess we are about to find out! (Dueling Club) var sc_project=11510534; var sc_invisible=1; var sc_security="9cdf6d2e"; var sc_https=1; var scJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://secure." : "http://www."); document.write("");

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2 - James, Remus, Thalia

Marry: James

Cuddle: Thalia 

Sleep with: Remus

@jprcngs @thaliaxrawley @moonyloops

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[unriddledmemories]

Hestia and Sirius having a moment ~ Fall ‘77, taken by a grossed out James

@h-jcnes @smadfoot @jprcngs

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[the-write-ideas]

Send me three names + a number...

[vagabondwrites]

fuck, marry, kill

marry, cuddle, sleep with

fuck, take a bullet for, murder

adopt, be adopted by, marry 

kill, betray, have on your zombie apocalypse team

seduce, steal from, serenade

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Moodboard ~ Sirius & Hestia

"Is this where I tell you something super cheesy about you stealing my heart?”

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[mondaymoony]

Gryffindor common room

Sirius:

Remus:

James: godric, I could cut the sexual tension with a knife!

Remus: w-what? No,no we were just… sitting here doing homework

James: I know!

[ttiredboi]

Happy Birthday to Sirius Black!

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alicevfortescue:

“I’m not ignoring you so quit pouting. It’s your own fault I can’t trust you not to have ulterior motives, but I don’t think you’re a serial killer. You’re neither cruel, nor clever enough to pull that off. Besides, if you wanted me dead then you’ve squandered plenty of opportunities. I’m not worried about that.”

“You are. And I won’t stop.” His pouting intensified. “Wow, how the hell did you make not being a serial killer sound like an insult.” he laughed. “Well, I don’t want you dead per se, but sometimes you make me wish you would lose a limb or two.” he scoffed. 

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“I look great with this hair, but wigs are too much of a bother. It’d be so much easier if I was a metamorphmagus.” 

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“I don’t want wigs. Neither do I want to be a metamorphmagus. I am hot and my hair is fucking fabulous. Wouldn’t want to change a thing.” 

[thaliaxrawley]

Being the clumsy little shit she always is, it really wasn’t all that surprising when Thalia had tripped and fell down a flight of stairs after leaving the Gryffindor common room earlier that day. In her fall, she’d managed to land on her arm hard enough to break the bone, which ultimately resulted in her being stuck in the infirmary until the healers could fix it. She was growing bored getting stuck in there, and looked up when she heard someone enter the room. “Thank god, I was about to lose my mind if I didn’t have someone to talk to.”

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“I heard you fell off the stairs.” Sirius roared with laughter as he sat down on the chair beside her bed. “So proud of you, Rawley. So proud.” 

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evcnce:

Emme reached out for the other as he fell to his knees. “I’m okay, I’m okay.” Was all she kept saying over and over. “He… he just hexed me… I… I’m fine.” She was fine, or at least she was now. Tears were  still in her eyes as he tilted her chin up. Without saying a word she gripped him tightly. “Sirius.” Was all she said, burying her head in his chest. “Please… please take me back.” She meant back to Hogwarts but she could barely  vocalize it she was shaking so.

He was relieved when she said she was fine, a hex wasn’t really much in comparison to how wild his imagination had gone. Though he doubted the other boy would have stopped with just a hex if Sirius had not intervened. He nodded when she said she wanted to go back, there really wasn’t a point in staying here any longer and he worried that Elijah might wake up any second. As much as he wanted to stay and fight the boy when he got conscious again, he focused on the sobbing mess of a girl in his arms. “Don’t worry, I’ll take you back now..Go to Pomfrey..” he murmured, looping her hand around his neck before scooping her up in her arms. He noticed how much the girl was shaking, his forehead creasing with worry. “Em, it’s okay, it’s just me. Nobody is going to hurt you now. Breathe.” 

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h-jcnes:

“Yes it was. I heard that many thought it was absolutely hilarious.” She replied with a grin, watching him take a sip. “Why thank you. I could always have played better but still.” Hestia took a couple steps forward. “Ah but you were saying very nice things even before I truly got to play. I heard you were almost gushing about how amazing I was.” She teased. “Why not?” She replied with a shrug before gently resting a hand on his chest. “I’m not hearing a no.”

“Being hilarious is not the point of quidditch commentary, Hestia.” he grinned. “That you could have.” he teased. “But you still did great and your team won, so there’s no reason not to celebrate. And well, I don’t know where you heard that. I wasn’t gushing about you anymore than the others.” he lied smoothly, his gaze going down to her hand as it rested on her chest before looking up at her again. “Do you want to hear a no?” he teased as he stepped slightly closer and  delicately brushed away the hair hiding part of her face. 

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h-jcnes:

“Who said it was even mine? Perhaps it’s James’s heart we’re talking about. He has a pretty big one.” She said with a shrug. “Mine’s not a black hole but it may be similar to a dwarf star.” Hestia teased. “Still, hearts do miss their owners every now and again.”

“That he has.” he said fondly. “Is this where I tell you something super cheesy about you stealing my heart?” he teased.