#same goes for

[loded-diapers2]

hey, so, umm, james potter and evan rosier lookalike competition in my bedroom tn.

[thisuserisamermaid]

‘not all men’ yes you’re right, neteyam te suli would never do such a thing

[regisnotonfire]

love triangles are stupid why dont they all kiss

[auxoubliettes]

people criticising alcaraz saying he lacks motivation and he dgaf, saying he's easily distracted, inconsistent, immature and complains too much are lucky they have NEVER experienced one second of ME moving through life

[dish-soap-bubblesss]

every time someone draws prism stick thin, an angel loses its wings. btw

[wizardwankershim]

Every time supernatural trends on this hell site my flight/fight response is activated

[starryeyedwolves]

Not Jealous, Just Observant

James Potter leaned against the window ledge of the Gryffindor common room, his eyes fixed on the grounds below. The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the grass, and there, near the edge of the Black Lake, he spotted them—Remus Lupin and Regulus Black.

They were sitting side by side, their heads bent close together, deep in conversation. Remus’s sandy hair caught the sunlight, and Regulus’s dark curls seemed to blend into the shadows. James couldn’t hear what they were saying, but he didn’t need to. The way Remus gestured animatedly, the way Regulus tilted his head slightly, as if hanging on every word—it was enough to make James’s chest tighten.

But he wasn’t jealous. He wasn’t.

“What’re you staring at, Prongs?” Sirius’s voice broke through his thoughts. James turned to see his best friend flopping onto the couch, his long legs dangling over the armrest.

“Nothing,” James said quickly, too quickly.

Sirius raised an eyebrow and followed James’s gaze out the window. His expression softened slightly when he saw his brother. “Regulus,” he said, his tone quieter now, almost thoughtful.

“He’s been spending a lot of time with Remus lately,” James said casually, as if it didn’t matter.

Sirius shrugged, but there was a flicker of something in his eyes—something James couldn’t quite place. “Yeah, I’ve noticed. Moony’s got a way of bringing people out of their shells, doesn’t he?”

James frowned. “You’re not… bothered by it?”

Sirius leaned back, running a hand through his hair. “Bothered? Nah. I mean, Regulus is… complicated. But he’s not all bad. He’s just… stuck, you know? Stuck in that house, stuck with their expectations. If Remus can get through to him, maybe that’s not such a bad thing.”

James blinked, surprised by Sirius’s response. He’d expected something sharper, more dismissive. But Sirius sounded almost… hopeful.

“They’re just talking,” James said, more to himself than to Sirius.

Sirius smirked. “Yeah, well, Regulus doesn’t just talk with just anyone. He’s not exactly the chatty type. If he’s opening up to Remus, that’s… something.”

James didn’t respond. He turned back to the window, watching as Remus laughed at something Regulus said. The sound didn’t carry up to the tower, but James could imagine it—soft and warm, the kind of laugh that made you feel like you were in on the joke.

He wasn’t jealous. Really, he wasn’t.

But he couldn’t help wondering what they were talking about. Remus had been spending more and more time with Regulus lately, and James couldn’t figure out why. It wasn’t like they had much in common. Remus was kind and thoughtful, always looking out for others. Regulus was… well, he was a Slytherin. He was quiet, reserved, and always seemed to be calculating something.

Still, there was something about the way they interacted that made James uneasy. It wasn’t jealousy, he told himself again. It was just… curiosity.

“You’re staring again,” Sirius said, breaking the silence.

James shook his head. “I’m not staring. I’m just… observing.”

Sirius rolled his eyes. “Right. Observing. Because that’s what you do best, Prongs.”

James ignored the jab. He couldn’t explain why he felt so unsettled, but he knew it wasn’t jealousy. He trusted Remus. He did.

But as he watched Remus and Regulus rise from the grass and walk back toward the castle together, James couldn’t shake the feeling that something was changing.

[0reoblanc]

Just watched Soy Frankelda at Fantasia Festival in Montreal and it was *chef kiss*!!!

We’ve had the chance/honour to assist to the premiere and long version of the first Mexican step-motion movie EVER. This masterpiece had been written and directed by the two brothers Arturo and Roy Ambriz with Mireya Mendoza.

It’s a fantasy musical movie about “the Mexican version of Mary Shelley if she hadn’t been allowed to publish her books and died mad about it” as the directors answered in a Q/A!

3 years of hard work got this result and it deserve all the noise and fame as any other big budget movies out there, if not more!!!

Here’s the trailer!

We had great seats! Lucky us we weren’t too far from the front rows!!! 😁😁😁 The team looked so nice and happy and proud, as they should be!

Please everyone gives this post notes, comments and reblogs so we can have more original pieces with diverse folklore and characters!!!!! They need the public’s interest to produce and distribute this movie or else we might never see it in our homes!!!!

Internet do your thing! 🤞🤞🤞✨✨✨🔆🔆🔆✨✨✨