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Masterlist
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Sirius Black
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Not just people
We’re Done
Struck
Runaway Husband
Sirius: *pointing his wand at Remus and his clone*
Clone: *points at Remus* He's the clone, kill him!
Sirius: Aha! *shoots clone* The REAL Moony would never pass up the opportunity to die!
how it feels to no longer worry if steve harrington is going to live or die
wow players having to stand in lines for a quest because a relevant npc can only talk to one player at a time. is the funniest image on the planet
i need to correct this: wow classic doesn’t have any npcs that can only talk to one player at a time. these lines actually formed for a quest npc that players had to kill to complete the objective. knowing that i think this image is even funnier.
Literally this
My favourite is the guy saying, “This is like being at the dmv”
The face of a man who thinks he's about to hear his boyfriend explain the word fuckbuddy to his mom
James: Which is correct, seven and five IS thirteen, or seven and five ARE thirteen?
Regulus: Neither
Regulus: Because its twelve.
this is so james coded
yeah the whole dynamic with Sirius being mad at James for dating Regulus is fun and all buttttttt
CAN WE PLEASE CONSIDER JAMES BREAKING DOWN CRYING TO SIRIUS BECAUSE HE THINKS HES IS GONNA BE MAD AT HIM AND HE CARES SO MUCH ABOUT SIRIUS' OPINION BUT HE ALSO HASNT EVER BEEN SO IN LOVE WITH A PERSON SO HE CANT JUST NOT PURSUE IT RIGHT AND AFTER LIKE 10 MINUTES OF SOBBING/EXPLAINING SIRIUS IS JUST LIKE
"dude, your fine, I don't care. date him."
peter: ok. james. you got this.
james: i got this.
peter: you are talented.
james: i am talented
peter: you are funny.
james: i am funny!
peter: you are in love with regulus black.
james: i am in love with regulus black!
james: wait-
sirius, who happened to walk-in mid pep talk: you’re what.
reblog if you're gay, not gay, slightly gay, or if you just want to launch donald trump into a dying star
*teaching regulus how to drive*
Remus : ok, press the brake
Regulus : what if I press the brake and gas at the same time?
James : the car takes a screenshot
Remus : get the fuck out
Stiles: I’m sick and tired of being called 'mortal' like, you don’t know that. Neither do I. I have never died even ONCE. Nothing has been proven yet. Stop making assumptions. It’s rude.
for @makingmoonwater - jegulus - hints at dorlene and wolfstar
“I don’t know, I don’t know!” Regulus moaned, holding his face in his hands and momentarily wishing he could disappear into his blankets and live there forever.
“Reg. He’s gone for you. I promise,” Dorcas said patiently, handing him a piece of chocolate and giving him a reassuring look. “Marlene heard from Sirius that he literally won’t shut up about you.”
“But he’s like that with everyone! He gets excited about grass growing, for fuck’s sake!” Regulus lamented, throwing his hands in the air.
“It’s true. I heard him going on about the new grass in the Quidditch Pitch to Lupin the other day,” Pandora piped up.
“See?” he nearly-yelled.
“Merlin, Reg. Just be a Slytherin and ask him out already! If he says no, all of us are here to dispose of the body,” Barty drawled, Evan nodding along with him.
He snorted. “He just gives such mixed signals. He says all these nice things and looks at me like maybe he likes me, but he doesn’t do anything!”
“Maybe he’s a gentleman,” Dorcas offered, rolling her eyes.
“Maybe he needs to be less of one!” Regulus retorted.
“Maybe you need to stop talking about him and start snogging him!” Evan snapped.
All five of them sighed.
“Maybe Potter is forever destined to just give me headaches,” Regulus muttered.
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James knocked back his fifth shot of the night and turned blearily towards Sirius, who was perched on Remus’s lap. “Pads. Paaads,” he whined, blinking rapidly.
“Hmmph?”
“M’gonna ask Regulus out tomorrow.”
“Took you long enough. The way you look at him is gross,” Sirius slurred.
“Thanks, mate.”
"If you knew my dad, you must've known Sirius Black."
"Yes I knew him. Or I thought I did."
That's a funny way to say you've literally been inside him, but go off, king.
blue - february 16 - black brothers - background Jegulus - @black-brothers-microfic - slightly NSFW - word count: 291
“Alright,” Sirius said excitedly, turning to where Lily was standing at the front of the room, a stack of index cards in her hand. “Hit me. I’m made for this game.”
Lily turned over a card, her face immediately falling. “Oh, this isn’t fair. ‘Name both of the grooms’ favorite colors,’” she read, rolling her eyes. “There’s no way Sirius doesn’t know that!”
Sirius, however, bit his lip and tilted his head to the side. “Well, Regulus’s is maroon. Though he likes to tell people it’s green.”
Regulus, who was sitting to Lily’s left, sighed. “He’s right,” he murmured.
Sirius pumped his hand in the air as his teammates cheered. However, his smile melted off of his face quickly when he realized he wasn’t sure of the rest of the question. “Actually…I feel like James’s favorite color is always changing!” he said, eyebrows furrowing.
James, who was sitting on one side of Lily, grinned. “It’s true. But what is it today?”
“How the fuck am I supposed to know?” Sirius asked bemusedly.
Remus, who was on the other team, slapped his hand on the table. “I want to steal,” he yelled, cheeks pink from the drink in his other hand.
“Alright, steal!” Lily said, voice businesslike. “Name James’s favorite color and your team can have both points!”
Remus turned to Regulus, eyes wide. “What color underwear are you wearing today?”
Sirius immediately started sputtering. “Moony, what the fuck does that have to do with-”
“Blue,” Regulus answered calmly, biting at his lip to stop from smiling.
“Blue,” Remus repeated, turning to Lily.
Lily looked to James, who broke into a grin and nodded.
“Points to team Lupin!” Lily announced, laughing.
“What the fuck?” Sirius groaned, burying his head in his hands.
Stiles, after being sent back in time 10 years and being faced with his husband Derek who now hates him again, rolling up his sleeves: I'm about to speed run this bitch.
Derek was still getting used to the whole pack being around. Living together was important to establish themselves as a strong and independent pack but of course it would take some getting used to.
Well, actually… there was only one person he had trouble getting used to. He fell into an easy rhythm with all of them underfoot, even Allison.
But God.
“Oh, sorry,” Stiles would walk right into Derek’s chest in the morning, toothbrush dangling from his lips.
“Sorry!” He would say as he tiptoed into Derek’s study and borrowed/stole a pair of sissors that Derek never did get back.
“Sorry,” he said with a mouth full of food after interrupting Derek’s strategy with another (admittedly slightly better) idea.
And now he was blinking up at Derek with those big bambi eyes. A droplet of water slid down his long pale neck, and-
“Sorry. Waters on the fritz in the east wing. I think Scott, Allison and Kira are… ahem… using up the hot water,” Stiles’ heart skipped a beat and Derek forced his eyes back on Stiles’ face.
“What?” Derek barked.
“L-Laura said to use yours,” Stiles supplied quickly.
He was so… annoying. So hard to live with. Always… around. He was everywhere, dusting everything with his scent, trailing off at the end of his sentences and driving Derek up the wall. So human and annoyingly intelligent. So… pale and pink and flushed and wet.
Derek’s eyes slid down without permission and-
“What’s that?”
“Oh,” Stiles laughed, and the husky sound danced in the molecules between them. “Last Friday the 13th, Lydia and I got free bestie tattoos. They match.”
He angles his hip up, the little stars and swirls on his hip dancing against pale skin dusted with hair.
“Hers is on the back of her neck, but my dad would kill me if he saw so…”
There was that trailing off thing. Derek could only blink at Stiles, watching that pretty pink mouth for another word.
“Well… I better be hittin’ that old dusty trail,” Stiles hitched the towel low on his hips a little and Derek’s eyes ping ponged up and down his lithe body. “Thanks for the shower, partner.”
He patted Derek’s shoulder and headed off, presumably to his own room.
Derek spent a long time standing there in his room, his head filled with snatches of this and that and dark ink on pale skin.
Fuck. He would be really hard to live with now.