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@talkingtothemoony
You used to trust me, give me the benefit of the doubt. Now you can barely look at me. My powers are failing, and – and I’ve tried to talk to you, over and over, and you just don’t want to hear it. You don’t care. I’m… dead to you. You still blame me for Mary. Well, I don’t think there’s anything left to say. Jack’s dead. Chuck’s gone. You and Sam have each other. I think it’s time for me to move on.
i have been meaning to draw the marauders for a while now
It’s an actual fact that Sirius is hotter than the sun.
I can imagine a very smug Sirius Black sharing this information with anyone with ears.
A brilliant explanation of consent for anyone who STILL doesn’t get it.
harry can’t duel
harry can’t duel
harry cannot duel
he only uses expelliarmus and he cannot duel
even if he’s dueling the FUCKING DARK LORD
Imagine the conversation ministry officials must be having when they see his auror application:
“He’s Harry Potter!”
“I know but that doesn’t change the fact-”
“Harry! Freaking! Potter!”
“We still need him to attend extra duelling lessons-”
“We can’t put Harry Potter in extra duelling lessons!”
“He only ever uses one spell-”
“Yeah, but he’s really good at it.”
I fear not the man who has practiced 10,000 kicks once, but I fear the man who had practiced one kick 10,000 times. - Bruce Lee
Harry Potter, the boy who dared to ask, “why study all these other spells if I can get really good at yeeting everyone’s wands out of their hands”
remus: the sun’s melting my chocolate i hate summer
sirius: *walks in, hair up in a bun*
remus:
remus: never fucking mind
(( OOC: I was in a mood, so I threw this together on a whim. *shrugs* ))
Lily played by: @sirussly
Music: The Wolves - Cyrus Reynolds
severus in the slytherin common room after calling an assembly: ok level with me, which one of you fucks opened the chamber of secrets? i promise i won’t get mad.
*Slytherins remain silent*
How cute would Remus be as a Hufflepuff? 💛🖤😘
Paupers Field.
Death Eater 1: And who’s sorry body did you make it out of?
Death Eater 2: Some pathetic muggle girl in a paupers grave. Her body was just starting to rot, but it should do the trick.
Death Eater 1: No idea why the Dark Lord needs so many. And it’s such a shame, it wasn’t too bad of a face.
An inferius is now online.
Remadora
Just stare into space Picture my face in your hands Live for each second without hesitation And never forget I’m your man
the ever adorably talented @sirussly and @asktheboywholived who manage to make me feel all 3 of my emotions
sirius' hair problems
sirius: *putting his hair up in a bun*
sirius: now i have to take out a few baby hairs to, like, give my face definition or whatever
sirius: ugh i don’t have any baby hairs
sirius: they’re all grown up now
remus: yeah, they’re teenager hairs now. like angsty, annoying teenagers.
sirius: no. moony, stop.
remus: what?
sirius: there can’t be more than one angsty, annoying teenager in a room.
sirius: and i’m here already.
remus: *rolls eyes*
james and sirius were soulmates. they completed each other. yes, james loved lily and sirius loved remus, but james and sirius loved each other utterly and unconditionally.
in first year, sirius received scathing letters from his mother (they dwindled as the years went on, until they stopped, which was worse). his slytherin cousins spat on him and pushed at him and cornered him and ridiculed him. sirius cried a lot that year. james took to going with sirius everywhere, waking up with him in the dorm room and walking to classes with him and sneaking down to the kitchen with him. he was scared for sirius and he protected him.
in third year, sirius stayed back christmas break because he couldn’t deal with his mother. to make matter worse, james had to go back home (it was his grandfather’s funeral). sirius spent most of the two weeks lying on his bed and trying not to think about the emptiness usually filled by his best friend and the letter on his bedside table. that is, until a tawny owl tapped on his window and brought a letter from james, which insisted he burn the letter from his mother (i know you can’t stop thinking about it, mate. don’t let her ruin you) and reminded him to go down to breakfast (if you don’t want to sit in the great hall, at least sneak down to the kitchens. you have to eat) and said, “i miss you sirius. stop thinking about your shitty family and write me or remus or pete instead. make sure you prank mcgonagall for me.” he signed it, “your brother and best mate”.
in fifth year, james asked sirius who he liked. (james had liked lily since they were eleven.) sirius blushed and said he didn’t know, that he couldn’t really imagine ever loving someone like that. that sex seemed disgusting to him. and james looked at him funny, told him truthfully that he couldn’t imagine that, but you do you, mate, and i won’t judge you. we’re still married, though, right? and sirius laughed, and when james caught him giving remus close-mouth kisses, he ruffled sirius’ hair and grinned, and said that as long as sirius was happy, he was happy.
in seventh year, sirius was freaking out. the war was in full swing, he was terrified, and he didn’t trust himself. james took his hand, and told him he loved him, and that he was scared too, and they were going to get through it together. that they were brothers. that he had his back. and sirius knew all this, but he could breathe easier now.
just. james and sirius were closer than friends, closer than brothers. they could look at each other and know what the other as thinking, what they were feeling. they would die for each other. they loved each other.
james and sirius were soulmates. they completed each other. yes, james loved lily and sirius loved remus, but james and sirius loved each other utterly and unconditionally.
in first year, sirius received scathing letters from his mother (they dwindled as the years went on, until they stopped, which was worse). his slytherin cousins spat on him and pushed at him and cornered him and ridiculed him. sirius cried a lot that year. james took to going with sirius everywhere, waking up with him in the dorm room and walking to classes with him and sneaking down to the kitchen with him. he was scared for sirius and he protected him.
in third year, sirius stayed back christmas break because he couldn’t deal with his mother. to make matter worse, james had to go back home (it was his grandfather’s funeral). sirius spent most of the two weeks lying on his bed and trying not to think about the emptiness usually filled by his best friend and the letter on his bedside table. that is, until a tawny owl tapped on his window and brought a letter from james, which insisted he burn the letter from his mother (i know you can’t stop thinking about it, mate. don’t let her ruin you) and reminded him to go down to breakfast (if you don’t want to sit in the great hall, at least sneak down to the kitchens. you have to eat) and said, “i miss you sirius. stop thinking about your shitty family and write me or remus or pete instead. make sure you prank mcgonagall for me.” he signed it, “your brother and best mate”.
in fifth year, james asked sirius who he liked. (james had liked lily since they were eleven.) sirius blushed and said he didn’t know, that he couldn’t really imagine ever loving someone like that. that sex seemed disgusting to him. and james looked at him funny, told him truthfully that he couldn’t imagine that, but you do you, mate, and i won’t judge you. we’re still married, though, right? and sirius laughed, and when james caught him giving remus close-mouth kisses, he ruffled sirius’ hair and grinned, and said that as long as sirius was happy, he was happy.
in seventh year, sirius was freaking out. the war was in full swing, he was terrified, and he didn’t trust himself. james took his hand, and told him he loved him, and that he was scared too, and they were going to get through it together. that they were brothers. that he had his back. and sirius knew all this, but he could breathe easier now.
just. james and sirius were closer than friends, closer than brothers. they could look at each other and know what the other as thinking, what they were feeling. they would die for each other. they loved each other.
“You didn’t think you had to cook noodles”
This is how lesbian arguments usually play out
#‘you’re not in trouble you’re my wife’ just cleared my skin and watered my crops and murdered woody allen
THIS IS MY FAVORITE VIDEO
That face she makes right after she says “ I didn’t know how ramen worked” like what…..
I remember my eyes growing dewy like the grass on that cold morning I woke up without you. My heart had stopped beating as soon as you left and I stopped listening to that song you played for me. I grew tired of the endless nights working, you were everywhere, the screens of the theatre, the boulevard of broken dreams, and the list of shattered hearts. I stopped eating because every time I looked at the food before me I thought of your allergies. Tell me why it was so hard to let you go and here I am now, 355 days later regretting the night I first laid eyes on that radiant face with the same amount of love for the moon as I, for you. Tell me why you took what I had and never gave it back. Then long dragging nights of screams and agony, lying on that floor finally stopped. It wasn’t because I finally realized you were wrong. How could you take me with you and leave this empty vessel to rot. Emotionless. ~ Brianna Zochowski
