The Way I Get So Confused When I'm Reading A Fic And Reg Is Cis Cause Like ??? Wdym He Isn't Actually

In the stars by Benson boone is Remus singing about sirius after the order of the phoenix.

Talking to the moon by Bruno Mars is sirius in his first few weeks in Azkaban.

IM IN LOVE WITH THE ARTIST WHO CREATED THIS AMAZING ART OMFG THE TALENT

you have your mother’s eyes

"James looks into the angel's eyes and knows the angel means the promise and isn't being a sneaky little liar. James smiles, pleased. "I'm going to keep you." "

And

""I have to tell you a joke," James says, and the angel blinks at him, then arches an eyebrow. "I need you to laugh."

"James—"

"What did the big flower say to the little flower?"

The angel glances over at the best friend, and the best friend is stifling laughter, and then the angel focuses on James again. The angel indulges him. "I don't know. What did the big flower say to the little flower?"

"Hey there, bud," James tells him, and the mother laughs, and the father laughs, and the best friend laughs, but the angel does not laugh. No, the angel only reaches up to grab his hand, gently pressing a smile to his knuckles. It's a small smile. Lips of an angel. Sweet. James wants to put his mouth on it, and stick his fingers in it, but he's also sad because the angel didn't laugh. "You were supposed to laugh. I told a flower joke. It was funny, and you like flowers.""

High James is just fabulous and I love it he's so cute

We all know James Potter would have been a swift

But what about regulus???

He giggles and kicks his feet to love story

He has Paper Ring stuck in his head everytime he's even in the same room as James

Evermore makes him feels things

He'll never admit it to anyone tho

To the men who voted for Donald Trump today:

When your girlfriend gets pregnant, and you’re not ready to become a father, and you’re forced into a position that cripples you emotionally, financially and irreversibly, remember: you did this.

When your sister’s pregnancy turns out to be ectopic, and she can’t get the life-saving medical care she needs and dies a completely pointless, preventable death, remember: you did this.

When your 12-year-old daughter is raped by her soccer coach — after he’s legally allowed to strip off her pants and peep at her genitals, because the existence of trans kids terrifies you — and she steals your shotgun and kills herself in your garage, remember, first and foremost: you did this.

Hundreds of thousands of people are going to die because of the decision you made today.

You did that.

Reblog if you're LGBT and are against MAPS/Child Groomers

homophobes are not allowed to use computers because the inventor of the computer was gay

Does anybody want to start religion were heartstopper is our bible and Alice Osman is our god. Reblog to join

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.

ITS HERE!!!! ITS HERE!!!! ITS HERE!!!!

If anyone needs me I'll be in my bedroom, wrapped up like a burrito with my blue juice and sweets and percy jackson as company

AGGHHHHHH