James: Regulus’ lip balm tastes so good. Like vanilla.
Sirius: YOU GUYS KISSED?!
Regulus: No.
Regulus: James just ate my lip balm.
oh my gosh you have GOT to be more inclusive for gn / male!readers. if you tag your fic as gender neutral but use “princess” or any feminine terms i hate you
Sirius: what if the earth was flat?
regulus: I would jump off
Sirius: what if the earth was flat?
Remus: I’d push you off the edge
Like yes I'm listen to Gregorian chants dont play with me rn
'you still listen to music from 10 years ago 🤨?' bitch if prehistoric humans had audio recording technology id be sat up here listening to grog and unga bunga's greatest hits don't play with me
cancelling Shadow and Bone right before they were going to do the Ice Court Heist and with a WHOLE SEASON of Six of Crows fucking WRITTEN AND READY TO GO and scrapping that too is evil incarnate netflix you deserve to go out of business forever
I hope this is a safe space (and if it isn't I don't care) but I truly despise the hc of Remus being snappier and more cruel and that he generally treats everyone worse as the Full Moon gets closer because that's like... Have we read the same books? Or at least just the third, in which minutes before the Moon and without having taken his Wolfsbane (silly mistake, you see), he was able to keep his cool at the presence of Peter? That man stayed stable during the whole Shack scene and he's known for being constantly in control of his emotions.
(Make him hornier, tho, that's fun.)
This site has been going around Twitter trans accounts quite a bit lately, so just pointing out here too that it'll do fuck all, they're exploiting trans people at a time when hrt is particularly hard to access and please don't give them your money
“i want smut” “ i want hurt/comfort” — but what if i said i want the most heartbreaking angst followed by fluffy ass comfort followed by hot ass make up sex all rolled into one fic
A elderly woman decided to prepare her will and told her preacher she had two final requests.
First she wanted to be cremated, and second, she wanted her ashes scattered over Walmart.
"Walmart?" the preacher exclaimed. "Why Walmart?"
"Then I'll be sure my daughters will visit me twice a week."
in a constant state of suffering knowing that i'll never be as cool as sirius black