I Feel Like Pirating Media That Isn’t Sold Or Offered Anywhere Legally Anymore Shouldn’t Be Called

When Sirius left Grimmauld Place: Sirius: I'm never cutting my hair again. I am never having steak again. I AM NEVER GOING TO EAT ON A DINING TABLE AGAIN OR CLEAN MY ROOM OR WEAR A SUIT- When Regulus left: Regulus: I shall burn this place to the ground and save my elf from this place and torture my parents before killing them.

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regulus, who doesn’t like to admit it, but loves pomegranate. it’s his favourite fruit, and he would die for it.

james, who has been following regulus’ name on the map for a few nights now, tracing the footsteps with his finger as he watches the younger boy.

regulus, who makes his way to the astronomy tower, same time tonight as always.

james, who decides to follow.

regulus, who doesn't notice james under his cloak, and instead pulls a pomegranate and a small bowl out from underneath his cloak.

james, who watches regulus carefully and painstakingly spend quarter of an hour pulling out all the seeds and putting them in a bowl, before eating them.

regulus and james, who (unbeknownst to regulus) follow the same routine for the next few nights.

regulus, who goes as usual to the tower, only to be met by a bowl of fresh pomegranate seeds, and looks around, but can’t see anyone.

james, who stays hidden under the cloak, hands stained red, as he watches regulus smile gently and sit down next to the bowl.

regulus, who begins to eat, and can’t help but notice the faint smell of james’ shampoo.

a lot of life can be persevered thru by secretly playing pretend in your mind the whole time

me after sitting in the sun for 5 minutes

i love the world so much. why do i often forget this

7pm and It’s still not completely dark outside, war is over

To anyone wondering if it's worth it to tear down fascist posters or whatever. I spent a few months last year engaged in silent battle with another student at my school who was putting anti trans stickers up everywhere. I had it down to a system where every night I would walk the five block radius they went up in, and tear down all the ones I could reach, and use a stick to put duct tape over the others. Like, within hours of the stickers going up, I would have already purged the whole zone. I knew the basic schedule of whoever put them up based on when and where the stickers appeared. I probably could have found them in person if I'd wanted to. And I told all my classmates and friends what the stickers looked like and got them to rip them down too. And after a few months of this, the stickers slowed, and then stopped forever.

My point is, a lot of this fashy or right wing stuff is one local weirdo. And if you pay attention, and do a little light organizing with your friends, you can basically make their efforts into a giant sisyphisean exercise in misery. You control your streets!

james, on facetime w the boys: and this is the shrine i've made-dedicated to my husband. my husband that's been missing for months now. god, i miss him so much.

remus, w sirius in the frame looking concerned: is this why you called us...?

james: and this is where i sit and hope for his quick return to me. i still catch the smell of his cologne, like a ghost that haunts my now lonely home.

peter: ... james, do you need us to call someone??

james: and here is where i sit and weep, mourning every passing day without him. when will he return! i miss him too much!

regulus, coming back home from walking the dog: what the hell are you doing.

You know the brain rot is real when you see a newspaper article about an art heist and think wow can’t believe they made it on the actual news 💀