#james too

[littledarkonex]

tell me why i thought of will herondale

[aristotle0]

some James and Marlene sketches because I'm stuck studying for my spanish exam and I can't find time to write shit

(in love with Marlene with a fringe)

(also maybe just with Marlene in general but I mean who doesn't right)

leaving here my fanfic's link while I try and write the next chapter

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[hayesdraws]

currently writing out a doc to post later detailing all of my Dark Heir theory(ies) and its MASSIVE like oh my gods.

[lemonswrite-sing]

I headcanon that Sirius and James absolutely love yoga, and they would drag Remus along in hopes that yoga can help his little ‘wolf’ problem.

[grumpy-tooka7]

In potion lesson, 8th year

Snape: everyone paired up

*hermione go with ron*

*pansy and Blaise too*

Snape: Mr pottah with mr malfoy, you will have to work together, no other choice

Draco: professor you can’t be serious

Snape: don’t disrespect me like that!

Harry: got a problem with my godfather, snivellus?

[psycho-mocha]

herondale boys be like fuck sorry i’m not good with words *spews out something lovely because they spent their whole childhood reading*

[awizardcommandingsleep]

So, Derry Girls

[arviyya]

paradise paradox plssss

Here's a little teaser 🤭

The world quiets thirty feet up. Everything stops. Even your heart. Especially your breath. It’s there, suspended in the air, that you feel the most alive. The most honest. The most—yourself.

Regulus used to like those few seconds where it could go either way. It was the only place where he didn't have to prove himself.

Because gravity doesn't care about talent.

✶✶✶

Two and a half years ago Regulus' life landed in shambles. Two years and one hundred and fifty days to be exact. Regulus doesn’t like to think about it if he can help it, but here he is. Usually, it comes to him in the morning—when he hasn't quite left his dreams; the ones where the snow is as red as sirens and the coats of the patrollers who they took his brother away in a stretcher.

He remembers his own scream. The pipercing sound that didn’t feel human spilling from his own throat. And he remembers the way his brother’s head lulled to one side as they moved him.

Everyone falls. Everyone. But not like that. Not his brother.

Or: The ski/snowboard at is not just hot cocoa, fires, and cute cabins. It's real, gritty, and honest. Regulus swore he would never touch his board again. But Regulus has never been one for promises.