“I’ve Always Loved You Reggie. . . I Don’t Think I Ever Stopped.”

“For the first time in his life, he understood what muggles meant when they referred to magic. That was what Regulus was on his broom, pure magic.”

- Masks Off, Faces Bared by moonlightE

Thank you. This line is EVERYTHING

Hot take: Jack was Rose’s manic pixie dream boy

Pt. 3 to Rockstar Regulus head canon

When they were younger, Sirius and Regulus took singing lessons.

Sirius was always better. He had this natural talent that Regulus could never keep up with.

How was he supposed to know what note comes after another just by ear? It didn’t matter how many times Regulus would repeat after Sirius, he just couldn’t get the notes.

It wasn’t just the music but their voices themselves. Sirius’ voice was like an angel. It was like an audial caress.

It had a fine, polished texture. Sirius could just throw out notes and they would be perfect. He would walk out of the room at the end like he didn’t just make Regulus feel like dirt.

He didn’t understand. He could play the violin proficiently. All the notes made sense on the piano. But his voice was an instrument he could never conquer.

By the time Sirius left for Hogwarts, Regulus was ready to give up singing, but of course he still had to attend lessons.

Sirius always liked his voice. When he came home from school that first summer he told Regulus that his voice was perfect for rock.

Regulus didn’t understand at first. How was saying his voice sounded like rocks a compliment?

That’s when Sirius showed him a the records he borrowed from his friend named Remus (his name was Regulus, who was he to judge?). Sirius locked them up in his room, put up silencing charms, and made the record float in the air and start spinning, somehow producing music. Regulus was shocked how well Sirius took to magic. It was nothing to him.

The voices were… strange. They didn’t sound beautiful like Sirius’, but Regulus found him wanting to hear every word.

When they’d gone through each record, Regulus was still confused. He didn’t sound anything like those voices.

Sirius looked at him like he’d just asked him what quidditch was. He took Regulus by the shoulder, looked him straight in the eyes and said, “Regulus, none of the voices sound like each other! They’re not supposed to sound like chorus’ where every voice is a part of the whole. They don’t blend in; the way your voice doesn’t. You’re voice is perfect because it isn’t perfect. It’s unique!”

Regulus sang more and more as his relationship with his brother slowly dwindled. Singing was an experience him and Sirius shared. If he sang, Sirius would surely be listening.

He trained his ear and spent hours slaving over a piano, just matching pitch. He wrote, and he composed, and he sang to distract himself from the life he was leading. To forget that Sirius wasn’t there anymore. Sirius didn’t want him.

His voice never changed its sound. It got deeper, but that only seemed to boost the effect.

He would be known by millions for his rough music with sharp lyrics coming from a coarse, grimy voice. People could never get his sound out of their head, they always wanted to hear every word coming out of his mouth.

When Sirius first heard Regulus’ voice on the radio, he was mesmerized. He hadn’t heard him sing in years. He was so proud of what his brother had accomplished.

Regulus would’ve given up on everything if he didn’t have his writing, but he would’ve given up on his passion if he didn’t have his brother.

Regulus: Sirius don’t be stupid

Regulus: My blood is as Black as my soul

Madam Pomfrey: *looks directly into the camera*😐

Regulus: *In the hospital wing because he got injured*

Madam Pomfrey: What's your type?

Regulus: Uh..James Potter.

Madam Pomfrey:

James:

James: Reggie, she means blood type.

Regulus: Oh...I don't know, ask my brother.

Madam Pomfrey: Mr Black, what is his blood type?

Sirius: Ugh, red??

Bro your mind is expansive thank you so much for this perfect explanation. I didn’t think everything was a lie either but I never thought about all of that

ok i don't want to be that person that says "Everyone is wrong and my opinion is the right one" ......but i think everyone is wrong about the ending of Ragnarok.

It was anticlimactic i agree. But i don't think this was all in his head. The final part, the battle, it happened. Magne saw a glimpse of what could have happened if he hadn't went against what things were expected of them. Because this is what the whole show is about. Everyone is expected to be someone and doing something that at the end of the day, they aren't meant to be.

And everyone is like "Oh all of this for Ragnarok to not happen "

But it did.

Just not as it was written. That the Ragnarok they had lived once. That's the Ragnarok they thought they had to live again. They where trapped in a loop of constant fight. But Magne broke that. And the last true Ragnarok happened. He took the nine steps that took Thor to die. And he made a choice. And Thor died. So that Magne could live.

So that they could live.

Ragnarok happened because they left behind their roles. They left behind the expectations they had of themselves. And moved forward. Gone are the times of the Titans and the Gods. They live as humans now.

Ragnarok happened and they are finally free.

I wrote my first fanfic if you wanted to read. There’s not really a plot. Just a lot of jegulus flirting. Hope you like it😎

Young Anton Ego from Ratatouille is my Regulus fancast

If one of my bookmarked fics updates in the next 24 hours I will kiss the author on the mouth, very passionately.

This is not a threat, but a promise.

Two nights ago, I had to temporarily leave my home, because my father was throwing plates and mugs, and tried to slap my face

Which, the slap is really fucked up when you think, I have an extremely weak jaw (I had my entire jaw removed in a 10 hour surgery. And my current jaw was hand made by my surgeons using my left fibula) and my father KNOWS this.

I'm currently staying at my partners mom's house for a few days, while things settle down!!

I'm getting my next disability cheque in 3 days, but untill then I have nothing, money wise. I have a Dr's appointment tomorrow, in Mississauga and it'll be about $50 for the uber there and back, and iv estimated that for FOOD for the next 3 days that'll cost me $50 as well!!

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I'm so sorry everyone. I'm trying so hard to get back up on my feet, and I feel like I keep getting shot down.

If only You Give Love a Bad Name by Bon Jovi came out a decade earlier. James would sing it every time Lily rejected him. When him and Reg broke up he would listen to it non stop for three days straight.