For The Fandom That Loves Drarry And Jegulus, And Complains That The Female Characters (and Sapphic Ships)—specifically

Propaganda I won't fall for:

This might trigger people, so read the tags.

Short Sirius

Jegulus

Wolfstar, and especially wolfstar being better than prongsfoot

Blackinnon not being a good ship

Lesbian Marlene

Gay Sirius

Straight James

Sirius loving Harry bc he found James in him or whatever some are saying. Especially saying that only Remus saw him as Harry, while Remus was literally so haunted by James bro didn't visit Harry once!

Comparing a character that is mentioned in the books once with Snape, who is all THE FUCKING BOOKS. Absolutely crazy behavior.

Jegullily or whatever the ship is called

Regulus raising Harry- get that child far away from Regulus.

Physically abuser Walburga or Orion

The justification that Sirius wouldn't raise Harry well bc people take in heart his behavior in Grimmauld Palace in which is literally someone going back to the root of their trauma

"Sirius is an awful person, look at how he treated Kreacher," and the whole discussion about him saying that you know someone on how he treats his inferiors. Kreacher deserved every bit of it, one. Two, is literally said that Kreacher was the only house elf Sirius treated that way bc they have HISTORY.

Remus being that important, him being cassnova, basically stripping Sirius away of his personality and giving it to Remus, blah blah blah, Remus is not the shit. He is just a coward guy.

All the young dudes being considered canon material

ask and ye shall receive

someone needs to draw them as this NEOW (tag me if u actually do)

someones coming alright….

this was @ taylordaisies on tiktok, i jus cropped for better viewing

Disuse

@prongsfoot-microfic

”Oh, come on, is he completely thick?" James grumbles, a bit louder than he probably should. "You could answer that just by using logic."

They have a Transfiguration class with Slytherin, and McGonagall has asked Mulciber one of the exam questions. He's been staring into space in front of him for a minute now, continually coming up with more and more unbelievable answers. McGonagall is waiting — Mulciber promised her that if she takes him for NEWT level, he'll become the top of the class.

"His brain's just gone from disuse" says Sirius, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms. "Oi, Mulciber!" he continues in a whisper. "Would you donate your head for a Quidditch match? You're not using it anyway."

Laughter spreads from the Gryffindor side, and McGonagall turns her head towards Sirius. Mulciber is about to say something, but the professor stops him with a look:

"Mr. Mulciber, think twice before you start a quarrel."

"As a class, we've pretty much figured out he's got nothing to think with ," Sirius adds quietly, yet loud enough for everyone to hear.

From behind, a weary voice of Remus goes, "Here we go…"

"Mr. Black," the professor's eyebrow menacingly raises. "Do you consider yourself the smartest?"

"Me?" Sirius feigns surprise. "Not me. James," he nods in his direction. "And you, Professor."

James laughs, but McGonagall, apparently, is not amused by this statement.

"Sometimes I think you've reached the limits of your insolence, but you outdo yourself every time, Mr. Black."

"Actually, that's a compliment to you, Professor," James chimes in. "We even composed a song for you yesterday."

"Would you like us to sing, Professor?" Sirius picks up.

Before McGonagall can react, the boys start singing in unison:

"The best professor in the world is Professor McGonaga…"

In the next second, both are pulled out of the room by a spell, and the door slams shut loudly behind them.

"Seems she's not in the mood today," James says through laughter, as Sirius has fallen on top of him. He laughs, burying his face in James's neck, trying to muffle the loudness of his voice.

"Well," Sirius looks up at James with an intense gaze. "Since we've got some free time, what shall we do?"

"The dorm's free," replies James, with a slight smile.

"Reading my mind, Prongs."

James didn’t want to take the shots Sirius offered him. His brain was already working at a solid 0.5 synapses per minute and alcohol would blur his thoughts even further.

He wanted to think on this. Puzzle it over, pull it apart, follow all his options around and around like they were the tiny footsteps on the Marauder’s Map.

Forget his whole plan, ignoring Sirius, kissing a random girl. Being straight.

Something much more important had entered his field of vision and he was locked in like a homing missile.

Sirius was gay. Why didn’t it click? Was it the plethora of mystery women he’d bragged about bagging? Or was it James’ own commitment to wallowing, to hunting something he could never achieve. His own marriage to the game, his own boredom of winning.

Would this change his plans? It didn’t have to, logically. But something deep down in James’ gut told him that this needed to change everything. He needed it to change everything.

He was thinking for too long, no doubt boring holes into Sirius’ forehead with his scrutinizing eyes and furrowed brows, and that wasn’t a nice way to react to your best friend coming out to you.

So James decided to be a good boy and take his shots.

“We don’t have to go anywhere.” he said, wiping smears of rum from his lips. “If you like it here, then so do I.”

Turns out the scary part wasn’t admitting to himself he was gay, or even telling his long term girlfriend. It was being gay, existing undeniably in a gay space, with his gay best friend that he was in love with standing in front of him, watery eyeliner framing his perfect eyes, biting his lip, buff arms hanging languidly from the liquor at his sides.

Sirius was simultaneously the most beautiful and horrifying thing he’d ever seen in his life.

And it was time to be a Gryffindoor.

James grabbed one of Sirius’ arms and swiveled them towards the dance floor, the disky-ball Sirius had mentioned sending stars twirling over everything.

He took a deep breath, letting the liquor cloud his whirling mind, letting it take the wheel. “Teach me,” he said. “How a bloke dances in a gay club.”

Sirius had gotten good at faking it. He’d gotten good at the smiles and the flirting and the hinting at women sharing his bed. He mentioned the clubs and changed the pronouns and he got good at it.

He got good at lying to James. He’d never wanted to be good at lying to James.

He’d gotten so good at it that when James and Lily broke up and James needed an outlet to “let loose” that he’d turned to Sirius and asked where he normally went.

And, of course, Sirius had given the name of the only bar he could think of.

One he hadn’t been to in a year, which could be in his best interest now as hopefully none of his old hookups would be there. But still.

He’d very much given the name of a gay bar to newly singly James Potter.

He debated calling in help but Remus wouldn’t understand the urgency. Had never understood why Sirius didn’t go out with it and tell James he was gay. James would understand, Remus was certain. It wouldn’t change anything.

But Remus didn’t know about the countless practice kisses. The times they’d share beds to stave off the cold. Didn’t know that the only reason James couldn’t see Sirius’ feelings was that he’d never thought them possible.

Sirius was a womanizer.

He’d carefully made sure James knew that. Believed that.

Because otherwise, his friend might see. Might see the arms thrown over shoulders, the lingering hugs, the blushes, the smile he couldn’t control at hearing Lily had finally left him.

Things that a straight best friend might get away with. Things that a queer friend wouldn’t.

But then he’d gone and given James the name of London’s number one gay night club.

And he was fucked.

I accept wolfstarbucks only in the form where prongsfoot are smitten with each other and they're official but Remus is just given scraps and is brought into the bedroom to spice it up for James and Sirius but they don't REALLY like him it's just fun and Remus knows and is completely okay with it because it's the only way he gets romantic attention from sirius

Harry: Albus Severus, you were named after the two bravest men i knew

James Sirius: Well, then who did you name me after?

Harry: ha ha, I’m glad you asked: just the best HP ship, my OTP, true soulmates, lovers

and if u do hurt someone—WHICH YOU EVENTUALLY WILL CUZ YOU ARE HUMAN—remember: a good person acknowledges they’ve done wrong and changes their behaviour. its ok to do wrong, we all do, inevitably.

do not be so afraid to do wrong that you keep yourself in denial about all the wrong that you are doing

that’s what a bad person does

You're not immune to being the bully btw. You're not immune to being in the wrong

gilf

"How can you say Sirius was best friend with Lily- he didn't even mention her!"

All I need to know is Lily's letter. Thank you.