Here she is! The poster! I realised I didn't have my post on a timer for Saturday... I'm sorry! I know I promised it'd be up this weekend. Oops.
Anyway! :)
I'm very happy with the result and I hope you like it, too! When creating this band poster, I imagined the girls would play music like Daisy Jones and the Six, The Last Dinner Party, Fleetwood Mac and the Cranberries... with a little Runaways thrown in there :)
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Pairing: James Potter x Regulus Black
Genre: soft angst / afterlife reunion / comfort
Summary: In death, James doesn’t find peace. He finds the Room of Requirement — and the boy he once loved waiting by the fire.
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"I missed you," James whispered as Regulus tugged on his brown curls.
"But you came back to me, just like you promised before."
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The green light flashed and the last thing he heard was Lily's cries.
People always said that heaven was bright, the voice of angels and they people who had passed on to welcome them. He was waiting. A part of him hoped to see his family again. His parents, Monty, Mia, his friends, Marlene, Dorcas, Fabian, Gideon and everyone else.
He didn't see clouds or the pearly white gates.
He saw the Room of Requirement.
The room was silent. The memories here replayed in his mind like a broken record. The walls shimmered faintly as though the castle was alive, beating in rhythm with his heart. The same posters, the same room, the same music being played he used to listen all those years, the time before the war had consumed them.
In the very center, right next to the fireplace was a boy. James froze because how could he not recognize those gorgeous black locks, his lean frame, the little freckles on the tip of his nose.
Oh, he was the very boy that James Fleamont Potter whole heartedly loved.
Regulus Arcturus Black.
Regulus was wearing his old Quidditch sweater with James's name written in the back with red, curled up with a book. All the coldness was no longer retched onto the younger boy's face. His eyes were lighter, gentle as though they had never been a part of the war.
James didn't breathe. He couldn't.
"Reg?", he whispered in disbelief.
Regulus flinched at the sudden voice and slowly turned. For a heartbeat, neither spoke. The music filled in between the silence.
Then Regulus spoke, "H-how are you here? No! You-you can't be here!"
Regulus crossed the space in between them and cupped James's cheeks. His thumb caught James tears that happened to escape. "You're not supposed to die, idiot."
James laughed — broken, wet, and happy at the same time. "You're here. I'm not dreaming."
Regulus huffed though his own tears had begun to form. "Yes, you idiot", he said as he wrapped his arms around James.
James's throat tightened. "I always had shit luck but somehow it always brough me back to you, so I supposed maybe it wasn't a bad thing."
"I missed you," James whispered as Regulus tugged on his brown curls.
"I know," he said.
"But you came back to me, just like you promised before."
"I won't have to come back anymore. I'm here and I'm not leaving."
Regulus Black felt like he was going to explode. As if he had swallowed a hundred lit candles and he was full of matches. Ready to explode. He was nervous. He was hopeless. He was alone.
He had never looked for friends outside of the Death Eaters. He had never felt the need. Until now. He had done everything wrong.
He stopped in the middle of the bridge, leaned on the railing, looked down. He liked to stare at the water. It gave him peace of mind.
-There seems to be something very interesting about the river
Regulus gasped.
A figure stopped beside him. His throat was dry. He reached into his cloak pocket for his wand and squeezed it.
-When I'm sad, I look at the river too
She was a Muggle, with ash-blond hair, a flat nose, and lively green eyes. Regulus couldn't deny that she was beautiful. Unlike other Death Eaters, he had never looked particularly favorably on hatred against Muggles. Yes, of course, the purebloods deserved supremacy, but that didn't necessarily mean that the Muggles should be slaughtered, did it?
-Are you sad?
-I'm… disappointed
That's what he'd never told anyone. Disappointed in his friends. Disappointed in his family. Disappointed in Voldemort. And most of all, disappointed in himself.
-Mmm, is there a girl involved?
-I wish it were that simple
-Things are simpler than people think
-Not in this case- it was nice to have someone to talk to, even if he couldn't tell her everything. She would think he was crazy. Or she would get scared and run away. Or both.
-Believe me, everything will work out one way or another
-I'm not sure
-Mmm, it's not easy to advise you if you don't tell me anything
-Let's just say I made a bad choice- he rubs his eyes. He's never felt so tired.
-Did this choice hurt anyone?
-A lot of people- Reg didn't even want to think about the harm he had done unintentionally.
-Find a way to apologize
-A way to apologize?- it seemed like a sensible thing to do. Why hadn't he thought of it before? And then it occurred to him that it wouldn't be easy.
-Yes, you have to find a way to apologize, you'll see, it won't be difficult
He wasn't so sure. Despite his doubts he smiled at her. -You must be thinking that I'm a hopeless case
-We are all hopeless cases
-You… how can I find you again? To tell you how this story will end
The girl smiled. -I often pass on this bridge- she moved away from the railing.
the vibes,the vibes... hello everyone!! this post is mainly based on the marauders era which means the 70s!! VERY MUCH a food related post but i really enjoyed making it<3 also the last video gives me such good vibes and mainly marauders vibes ah i love it video credits:@/two_sz on pinterest and the rest are from pinterest also @pinterest i love you my beloved < lil story time > when i first got into the marauders one of the first fanfiction i read was about the great hall and how marauders and etc. caused so much trouble in there during their time and in my mind i always imagined the great hall looking fairly different in the 70s i honestly think that marauders would put spells on the great hall to make it into a 70s themed restaurant and would get told off immediately but once they brought a whole juke box into the place by carrying it and everyone was so impressed that they kept it and each house had turns to use it every week idk if this comes off as cringy but my brain at 3am liked the idea so much that i used my beloved notes app to not forget it ~~~~~ i love you all have a amazing day and drink water :)☯︎ #marauders #maraudersera #marauderseragirls #marauderslily #teenagedirtbag #lilyevans #marlenemckinnon #dorcasmeadowes #alicelongbottom #harrypotter #hogwarts #gryffndor #slytherin #ravenclaw #hufflepuff #hogwartshouse #tumblr #maraudersfic #headcanon #maraudersheadcanons #maraudersmap #maraudersheadcanon #maraudersfan #marauders70s #70s #vintagemarauders #themaraudersera #marauderslovers https://www.instagram.com/p/CO1OGHKAyj8/?igshid=57u51libhqh7
When Alice awoke again it was morning. For a few seconds she was calm before the memories came rushing back to her. She was coping a little better after seeing Frank, though she was still worried about him. She still couldn't process how close she'd come to losing him as well as Amelia. She couldn't even think about all the feelings that she had about that right now. She was hoping to get discharged today. She needed to go back to the Ministry. She needed to do something to help. She also needed to see Alastor. She hadn't been able to see him last night and though she'd been told he was going to survive she needed to see how he was holding up. Alice was distracted by a knock on the door, a genuine smile appearing on her face. "Doe- hi" she was glad to see that the girl seemed unharmed "how are you?"
