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thinking about her today… fighting my demons (editing new chapter) as i do so…

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"enemies to lovers or friends to lovers?" you fools. it is now and has always been exes to lovers.

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The Black Brothers

Regulus & Sirius

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Drew this back in March and I still really like it <3 could function as a non-magic modern au but also within the wizarding world I guess bcs they are inseparable

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⭐️🗡️

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my favorite wolfstar

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Voids and Vanishers - luvvvcrafted - Harry Potter - [Archive of Our Own]

Chapter 6: Black Swan

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He turns to him as he forces his heart to just stay still. Fails, miserably and inevitably.

“Sirius, I need you to listen to me. I will always, always follow you. Okay? No questions asked. It’s– it’s me and you, alright? I got you. I got you, always. I don’t care if it makes me loony, and I don’t care if I’ll spend my entire life in the basement for it. I trust you, and I believe in you. If you are to hope for your entire life, I’ll be here the entire time, and I’ll admire you a little more for it, every step of the way. I think it’s brave, as I said, and I mean it. I don’t want you to stop hoping unless you decide it’s time to do so. And if you choose to never stop – I’ll follow. Hell, I’ll carry the shovel for you and we’ll dig forever if we must.”

Sirius doesn’t say anything. He started sobbing, quietly, and is bringing his hands to his face, hiding it there, not daring to look Remus in the eye. He feels a lump form in his throat, heart breaking for the person in front of him, and swallows his own tears down before continuing. 

“But with that being said,” he exhales, grabbing his hand again and meeting his gaze. Beautiful, so beautiful, even like this. “With that being said, I need you to trust me, too. I’ll chase everything for you – criminals and aliens and ghost, you name it. I will do it by your side, always, but you can’t do this thing where you embark on some secret journey and expect me to follow without giving me a fucking map or a fucking lantern or a fucking hint of where we’re going. Because I’ll follow you regardless, and I know you know this, but I need you to stop taking it for granted. Because it is, but it isn’t fair to keep me in the dark like this.”

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you can love a character and still admit when they’re wrong. i love Sirius Black but i will acknowledge their flaws (they have none) & i will hold them accountable for their wrongdoings (they've never done anything wrong in their life) & call them out for their actions (which are always correct).

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Many of JKR's approaches to social class seem to me to reflect precisely the same mind-set that she so loudly and shrilly denounces in her depiction of the Dursleys. People like the Dursleys, JKR tells us, are wickedly regressive -- brutish, even. They and their ilk should be scorned, as should the things that they tend to believe in. Things like corporal punishment. Things like the death penalty. Things like disdain for the lower classes. Things like suspicion of the aristocracy. Things like jingoism, and law-and-orderism, and political paranoia, and the belief that foreigners are intrinsically dubious, not to be trusted. Things like "blood will tell." We are treated to this at the beginning of each novel, almost as if JKR wants to establish her progressive credentials from the very outset. Once we move on to the meat of the text, however, it can sometimes become a bit difficult to avoid the suspicion that in some indefinable way, the spirit of Aunt Marge is pushing the hand that holds the pen. Blood really does seem to tell in the Potterverse, and foreign names do often serve as a marker of dark allegiance. The lower classes are stupid and beneath notice; the aristocracy is sinister, and very likely sexually perverse as well. Corporal punishment is precisely what children like Draco Malfoy deserve, and although Hogwarts does not itself permit this, the narrative voice positively exults whenever the little brat gets physically smacked down. The political approach of Crouch Sr. was regrettable, of course -- but all the same, you know, his son really was guilty...and besides, Fudge is ever so much worse. And Sirius Black, whom Vernon Dursley so brutishly classifies as gallows-bait, was innocent all along. Pettigrew was the real culprit -- and the narrative voice rather gives us the impression that the author believes that he really does "deserve to die." It is troubling, this, and it casts the Dursley sequences which open each novel in a strange and somewhat disturbing light. The broad slapstick viciousness of these passages—often strikingly stylistically out of kilter with the more subtle shadings of the rest of the text—almost begin to read like expressions of authorial self-hatred, or perhaps even as failed authorial attempts at self-exorcism. JKR rings her little bell and lights her single candle: she sneers at Vernon; she blows up Aunt Marge. But the values that these characters represent cannot be so easily dismissed. Their personifications may receive all manner of public thrashing in the first chapter or two of each novel, but it would seem that their spirits are lodged somewhere deep within the author's very soul. When it comes to the Dursleys, the closet conservative doth protest too much. The result—much like the homophobic rantings of those trapped in a somewhat different closet—is strangely unconvincing. On some fundamental level, we simply do not believe in the Dursleys in at all the same way that we believe in the rest of the fictive world. The explicit condemnation of their values doesn't carry the same weight as the implicit approval that these same values are granted by the rest of the text -- in very much the same way that JKR's use of stereotypes as a form of humor so often fails to quite convince readers that she really doesn't, deep down in her heart of hearts, genuinely believe the things that she passes off as "nothing but a joke." JKR wants to be a progressive. But there's a rock-solid streak of conservatism in her writing, and even though she herself seems to dislike it, she nonetheless seems incapable of banishing it even from her very own text.

via Elkins's essay on Class in Harry Potter. Notably, this was written before the last two books were released and is very insightful on things that would later be revealed both about the authorship, Rowling's views as a writer, and her general social views in the following 15 years.

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nora has the opportunity to do the funniest thing by writing kevin’s book about kevin explaining game strategies and technicalities of how the game should be played for 300 pages straight. no thoughts no feelings just pure exy

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New York City, 1970s

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licensed from @morggo

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a part-time poet and his frontman. thank you endlessly @motswolo ♡

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rj lupin

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I say we give Sirius a gun