Saw Someone On Here Refer To Sirius And Remus As “two British Cigarettes” Today And I Just Can’t

He so does

Guys you have it all wrong, it’s REGULUS that has the antler hip tattoos that frame JAMES’ head when he’s on his knees in front of him.

Regulus Black would have loved Ian Gallagher

"there's only one more phase to the heist! Then James and reg can live together and have 7 cats and 2 dogs"

I said with joys.

I was then shot 57 times.

marauders era triwizard tournament is my worst brain rot right now this shit is plaguing my brain and like bro just imagine james is the hogwarts champion and it’s the black lake task where they have to get someone from the bottom and it’s regulus!!! JAMES SAVING REGULUS FROM THE BOTTOM OF THE LAKE??? JAMES SAVING REGULUS FROM DROWNING??? JAMES HELPING REGULUS SWIM TO SHORE???? JUST IMAGINE IT!!!!! i fear i must do this

Hear Me

A poem about being the scapegoat of a narcissistic mother

You say "I'll do better"

We say "I believe you"

You say "I'm trying my best"

We say "I believe you."

You say "I'm doing better this time."

We say "I believe you."

You say "I'm going through alot right now."

They say "we believe you."

I say "I know, me too."

You say "were a team"

We say "I believe you"

You say "it's not my fault."

They say "I believe you."

I say "it's not ours either."

You say "yous aren't making it any easier."

They say "I'm sorry"

I say "it's not any easier on us."

You say "You don't know what it's like."

They say "I'm sorry."

I say "but I do."

You say "Leave it, it makes me feel better."

They say "I'm sorry."

I say "I don't want to pick up the pieces again."

You say "I don't see you dad's helping us."

They say "We hate them."

I say "You taught us to lie to him, he doesn't know how bad its gotten."

You say "Everyone's against us."

They say "we hate them."

I say "for good reason.

Then we argue. We argue. And we argue again.

You say "If you hate it here so much, go live with your dads."

They say "no, we hate them."

I say "fine." I pack my bags.

We argue a last time...

You say "your being dramatic. Just come home."

I say "I'm done."

Now, we haven't spoken in a year.

You say "Your sister hates me."

They say "we hate her."

What I say doesn't matter, cause you don't let them hear me.

Tragic queers

Two words to describe the marauders fandom? Hot mess

Teenage boys:

Jacob: Do it or your gay!

Jacobs friend Liam: *does it so their not gay*

The Maruaders:

Peter: do it or your straight!

James, Sirius, Remus, Regulus, Barty, Evan, Marlene, Dorcas, Mary, Lily, Pandora: *does it so their not straight*

Last Part Next Part

The rest of the characters!!

Reblog if you think we should have a heartstopper watch party the week of Heartstopper season 3 to show alice our appreciation

This is giving me Tonks talking about Remus vibes.

AND BEFORE ANYONE STARTS!

Yes, I'm a maruaders Stan and I adore Wolfstar but I still love Remus and Tonks.

In my mind, their best friends with benefits. Remus lost sirius, Tonks lost her gf (not canon). They were lonely. Remus got Tonks pregnant and since ts frowned upon to be pregnant in the wizarding world and not married, they got married and planned to raise Teddy as besties and tell him the truth when he could understand. Then they were killed and didn't get the chance to tell anyone the truth...

When I think of the years he drank, the scars on his chin, his thinning hair, his eye that still weeps decades after the blow, my knees weaken with gratitude for whatever kept him safe, whatever stopped the glass from cracking and shearing something vital, the fist from lowering, exploding an artery, pressing the clot of blood toward the back of his brain. Now, he sits calmly on the couch, reading, refusing to wear the glasses I bought him, holding the open book at arm’s length from his chest. Behind him the windows are smoky with mist and the tile floor is pushing its night chill up through the bare soles of his feet. I like to think he survived in order to find me, in order to arrive here, sober, tired from a long night of tongues and hands and thighs, music on the radio, coffee– so he could look up and see me, standing in the kitchen in his torn t-shirt, the hem of it brushing my knees, but I know it’s only luck that brought him here, luck and a love that had nothing to do with me, except that this is what we sometimes get if we live long enough, if we are patient with our lives.

“Music in the Morning”, Dorianne Laux