#goblackhatwithme

[delos-mio]

Just me n my wife @goblackhatwithme talking about getting McNuggets with Jon and Ben

[marauder--harder]

i have been to london and tennessee within the last week and have not found @goblackhatwithme what is this bullshit i want a refund

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Draco Malfoy

The three stages of being Draco Malfoy:

Hatred of others

Hatred of self

Hatred of the past

[theweasleysredhair]

Hi! I was wondering if you could tell me any more blogs that write amazing sirius black fanfics like you do? Thanks a lot xx

A very long overdue reply i apologise beyond words!! 💖

Blogs that write amazing Sirius Black imagines:

@princesse-de-ravenclaw (Juliet SLAYS I love her work ❤️❤️)

@deerprongs (AMAZING AMAZING AMAZING 😩💕)

@goblackhatwithme (LOVE this blog so damn much honestly)

@delos-mio (💖AMAZE💜)

@daphnegreengrass (Any work from Asiya is astounding ❤️)

And a few more I’m sorry I can’t really think properly right now I’m a little distracted and I’ve been away for a while, please don’t be offended if I haven’t tagged you, I’ve read some amazing things but I have the memory of a goldfish and can’t remember blog names!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️x

[benbarnesescape]

I love that you are celebrating women’s beauty and wanted to shoot you my selfie with a quick bio!

@goblackhatwithme I see you lament over your beauty in confusion because you are gorgeous and intelligent and want you to know that we all come in different shades but that doesn’t steal our truth.

I’m a 28 young professional from CO who is obsessed with Ben Barnes and writing (though work steals me from it so it’s just turned into photos lol) I’ve struggled all my life with self confidence and beauty to always land that someone will either think your beautiful or not and all that matters is that I think I am. Don’t let anyone ever steal your outer or inner beauty❤️

[marauder--harder]

For Renee (@goblackhatwithme), because she deserves it and I give her special treatment. :)

Here you go, doll!! 

ERA: Founders | Riddle | Marauders | Lightning | Next Gen

WHO I SHIP YOU WITH: Sirius Black!!

YOUR BEST FRIEND AT HOGWARTS: James Potter.

SHIP NAME: Renius. Ren - ee - us (I’m so shit at these)

WHO KISSED WHO FIRST: You | Him

WHO SAID I LOVE YOU FIRST:  You | Him

WHO COOKS:  You | Him (terribly at first, then he gets the hang of it)

WHO KILLS THE SPIDERS:  You | Him

WHO IS THE FLIRT:  You | Him

WHO IS THE ROMANTIC:  You | Him

WHO WAKES UP FIRST:  You | Him

WHO IS THE DOMINANT ONE / INITIATOR:  You | Him

WHO IS THE LITTLE SPOON:  You | Him

WHO CRIES AT SAD MOVIES:  You | Him

HEADCANONS:

How they first met: Third year, Divination class. He read your cup and told you that you were to meet someone special, followed by a wink. (your cup actually said that there was going to be a big shift in your life. it wasn’t wrong)

Where their first date was: He swears it was your study date at the end of sixth year because he said ‘it’s a date.’ You think it was sneaking into Honeydukes through the secret tunnel at the beginning of seventh year, as it was the first time he properly asked you out. 

When they had their first kiss: Technically the end of sixth year when you both got drunk off of firewhiskey; but because you didn’t remember it (and Sirius didn’t mention it until about 3 months after you started dating) you believe it to be the night of your second date. He took you up to the Astronomy Tower to point out the different stars (you told him that you didn’t need anything over the top but he insisted that he was going to do this right) and at the end of the night, he gave you a sweet, short kiss. It quickly started to grow heated after the long time coming; he pulled away, leaning his forehead on yours, panting slightly, and reminded you that he wanted to do this right. 

Their favorite pass time together: During your time at Hogwarts it was spending your afternoons relaxing by the Great Lake. He would try to win over the giant squid (because “Renee, who can resist this?”) and you’d enjoy the cool breeze against your skin. After you graduated, there wasn’t much time for relaxing but the two of you would spend many of nights, sitting in the kitchen or perhaps even by the fire, drinking some tea (or on rough nights, firewhiskey) and talking. You’d stay up for hours until neither of you could keep your eyes open. Only then would you both trudge up the stairs, Sirius sometimes carrying you, to go to bed. 

Sorry this took so long, my love! I may even do another one for you later tonight if I’m feeling it, because I find these exceptionally fun to do when bored. 

Much love, xoxo.

[vexedbuckbeak-blog]

@hpminorcharnet​​​ get to know the members challenge: Asiya

Favourite minor characters (3/?)

Cedric Diggory

How are you so sweet, my love?

How are you so sweet?

I can imagine the whole world

Falling at your feet.

[vexedbuckbeak-blog]

Prompts 52, 84, 95- Marauders Era: Remus

Request: Prompts 95, 84 and 52 with Remus?

52. “I’ve been in love with you my entire life.”

84. “Those things you said yesterday… Did you mean them?”

95. “Are you drunk?”

The cold autumn air seemed to clear up Remus' thoughts, sobering him up, if only slightly. Eyes closed, he took a deep breath, his mind filled with the scent of surrounding trees and the scene that had played out less than half an hour ago. The sound of rustling leaves didn't in the slightest blur the vivid memory of Y/N's face when he allowed the words that had been trapped in his mind for so long slip out.

The Great Hall was filled with tipsy 7th years, just returned from a day at Hogsmeade, filled with laughs, sweets and firewhiskey. Chatter fluttered through the air, almost intimidating, despite its light-hearted nature. Two startled-looking third years ran past Remus as he entered, stumbling slightly. He hadn't exactly avoided the firewhiskey at The Three Broomsticks as he always had before. No, today he needed the Gryffindor courage that the crimson on his tie promised he had.

He saw her across the hall, head thrown back in laughter at something an unfamiliar boy had said, surrounded by her friends, and his. Catching glimpse of Sirius chatting up a girl right by Y/N, Remus' pace quickened, and soon enough he was right by her, the noises around him strangely melodic, most likely due to the alcohol that coursed through his veins. He felt his heart quicken at the sound of her laugh, and felt his ears redden with anger at the sound of the boy's voice. Who even was he? And why was he here?

"I'll be off now," Remus heard the unwelcome stranger say, "I'll see you around Y/N!"

"The hell you will," he found himself muttering, prompting a puzzled Sirius to turn around, and give him a massive grin.

"Hello, Moony! Where've you been?" his best friend exclaimed, ignoring his widened eyes and shaking head, "Did you say something? I didn't really hear."

"No, nothing, I said nothing," he rushed his words, barely noticing the way they slurred together.

"Alright, mate," Sirius gave him a puzzled look and turned back to his latest conquest.

His booming greeting, however, had been overheard.

"Hey Remus," he heard her voice, immediately beginning to crack his knuckles nervously, "Why didn't you come over and say hey?"

He turned around and met the y/e/c eyes of Y/N, covered by the slight frown that she had on her face at his lack of greeting.

"I, uh, I just got here," he slurred, nearly falling over in an attempt to take a step towards the baffled girl.

"Lupin," her scowl had now turned into an amused smirk, "Are you drunk?"

"Absolutely not," he retorted, this time failing to stop himself from falling to the ground. Completely disoriented, he accepted the extended arm in front of him.

"I feel like you may be lying," her words interwoven with chuckles, she pulled him back up. He stumbled forwards and found his lips only inches from hers. Her smirk had vanished, lips now slightly parted.

"I need to," he took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of vanilla that clung to her hair, "tell you something."

"Okay," the doubtful look she gave him would have been classed as discouraging by a sober Remus. But, of course, he wasn't even close to sober at that moment.

He'd intended on saying something simple, like, "I think you're gorgeous." or, "Would you go on a date with me some time?" but the alcohol, its taste still seeming fresh on his tongue, ended up allowing words that were much more complex, and much more true, to fall from his lips.

“I’ve been in love with you my entire life.”

Nothing. Just widened eyes, parted lips and the sound of his heartbeat racing with his thoughts.

"You've been what?"

There it is.

"I mean, not my entire life. Since I've known you, I mean." his vision blurs and he suddenly finds it overwhelmingly difficult to breathe.

"Are you alright?" he hears her voice through the sound of his heart beating in his ears, and nods. Or maybe he shakes his head, he's not exactly sure, but he manages to mumble a, "Fine," before running out of the castle and into the lantern-lit grounds, allowing the fresh air to coat his mind and calm the speeding beat of his heart.

Y/N was woken by a bright square of sunlight that had decided to settle directly on her face. A frown on her face, she lets out a loud moan, wondering at why it was ever this early.

Her turmoil at waking up early doesn't linger for long, though, memories of last night flooding her mind. She feels a smile spreading on her face.

"I've been in love with you my entire life."

"You've been what?"

"I mean not my entire life. Since I've known you, I mean."

His words were slurred, clumsy, his nervousness clinging onto every single one, but the meaning had come across clear enough.

Y/N, he was drunk, the thought flashes in her head, and her smile is replaced with a frown. It was a tad too perfect to be true, her longtime school crush confessing his love for her. Maybe she'd remembered it wrong. Maybe alcohol had blurred her mind too, although she'd only had two glasses of nettle wine. And maybe he was just saying nonsensical things, as drunk people do.

She unwillingly pushes her duvet covers aside and stands up, letting out another groan and making her way to the bathroom, dreading the question she knew she had to ask Remus when she saw him.

"Why is everything so loud?"

"It's called a hangover, mate."

"My head kills."

"You can't handle your alcohol too well, can you?"

"I'm just not an alcoholic, like you, Pads."

"I prefer the term 'alcohol enthusiast'."

Remus groaned at his friend's response and covered his face with his palms, trying to ignore the shooting pain in the back of his head and the suddenly extremely loud volume of the chatter around him. He's brought out of his hungover misery by a light tap on his shoulder.

"I get it, Sirius, you handle your alcohol better than me, you win, I am a lightwe-" he suddenly finds himself unable to speak when he sees that it wasn't Sirius tapping on his shoulder. It was Y/N.

"Could I talk to you for a second?" her voice is soft, almost a whisper, a blessing compared to the booming conversation all around them.

He can't quite read her expression, and, swallowing the lump that had appeared in his throat at the sight of her, gives her a nod and a smile, standing up from the Gryffindor table. He ignores the "Ooh"s and "Aah"s he leaves behind as they walk out together, trying to decode the usual smile on her face that suddenly seemed to hide something.

"Remus," she began, walking towards the castle entrance, "Those things you said yesterday… Did you mean them?"

He stopped in his tracks, the blurred memory flashing through his mind.

Of course he had. Every word was filled with more truth than he'd ever spoken in his life, and he was an honest man, but could he confess to her without knowing how she felt about him first?

He looked down at the red and gold tie hanging loosely from his neck. I didn't get sorted into Gryffindor for nothing.

"Yes, I did. Every single word. And I understand if you don't feel the same, but I just had to say it, get it out there,--"

His ramble is interrupted by her lips on his, the breath he had just taken in an attempt to finish his explanation completely taken by her action. Before he knows it, his arms are on the small of her back and he can feel her smile against his lips, knowing, without words, that she's telling him she loves him too. Suddenly they're all alone in the world, and it's like no one else exists in that mome--

"Y/N AND MOONY, SITTING IN A TREE, K-I-S-S-I-N-G!"