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THIS>>>>

wanna know what i like?

i like gentle regulus black. i like warm, sweet, kind, animal-loving regulus black. i like regulus black who loves so openly even after sirius left. i like regulus black who isn’t easy to love, but easily loves. i like regulus black who smiles and laughs when he means it and frowns and grimaces when he means it. i like regulus black who wears his heart on his sleeves, but under layers of warm sweaters and thin long sleeves.

i like regulus black who spends hours in the hogwarts kitchen talking and laughing with the elves, describing things that have happened outside of hogwarts and even drawing them clothing he knows they’ll never receive. i like regulus black who spends hours listening to kreacher’s thousands of years of life, slowly falling asleep next to kreacher on the floor of his bedroom. i like regulus black who promises to free kreacher when he can, but dies before he can do so (but kreacher knows if he could’ve, he would’ve. kreacher knows that the child he helped raise would’ve freed him if his life hadn’t been ripped away from him. he knows his baby would’ve given his life for him, and in a way, he did.)

i like regulus black who snorts when he laughs. i like regulus black who not-so-secretly loves a good romance novel. i like regulus black who blushes openly and stumbles over his words, even when he’s normally so eloquent. i like regulus black who messes up, but understands it’s okay because siri and kreacher told him it was.

i like regulus black who feels. i like regulus black who loves and yearns for his brother.

i love dark and broody regulus black because who doesn’t? but i think him being warm and gentle underneath all of those layers of protection is what makes him human, and all we do in this fandom is humanize our beloved characters.

plus, he’s a teenager. he’s not gonna be stoic and emo all the time guys. 💔

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Warsan Shire, from “Backwards”, Bless the Daughter Raised by a Voice in Her Head

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ever so often i think i understand the wrath of Heracles.

You were born as the half of a twin. You have been in the womb together, and know each other's breaths better than the touch of your mother. But you've been here so long. The womb is the only world you will see together.

Your half is wretched apart from you on a fateful night. It is time, he whispers, before disappearing into the real world. You think you shall follow soon, for such is the fate of twins.

But you don't. Night turns to day turns to night, and you are alone.

And then you are born. A bit delayed, yet two halves of twins and suddenly you are violently torn apart because your mother knows you are more trouble than the other half.

You, now alone again, are left on a mountain.

The arms of a goddess hold you. They grip you when you have been cast aside by she who gave birth to you and your other half.

They do not bear you for long. They present you to another pair of arms.

And these arms hold you. Cradle you. Embrace you. You know the warmth of a mother for the first time.

And for the first time, you are fed. Your hunger, for which you had no name, is sated by their breasts. The strength of your greed is out of your control.

And you are violently ripped apart from this comfort again.

Because the arms which first caressed you, are the arms of a goddess who wanted you dead since before you were born. Who first made you alone in the womb.

But her milk changes something inside you.

The cold arms which brought you to the only entity who showed you love, bring you back to your mother. To your other half.

It doesn't feel right.

Family doesn't feel right.

A strange sort of grief nestles within your chest. A heart that beats to abandoned abandoned abandoned abandoned.

The other half of your soul doesn't recognise you anymore. The person you have shared a womb with cannot tell you apart from any other child. It is okay, for you, too, no longer understands the language you two spoke.

Then, there are snakes.

Your brother cries out of fear and you are immediately alert. Only, the cause of fear are mere snakes.

They are nimble, lithe and smaller than you. You could play with them, you realise joyfully. You could love them.

You love them the only way you know how: you cradle them.

It is not until your brother cries again, and your parents come in that you realise you has killed them.

The hole in your chest grows bigger.

You don't remember the madness. Only the before and after.

In the before, the grief is still present, but subdued. There is Megara, of course, and your lovely children. You try to do everything you can for them to never feel suspended on a mountain. Megara makes the day easier. Such is domestic life, and what bliss. What bliss.

In the after, the grief has engulfed you in such a way, there is none of you left at all. Only grief and longing and yearning and the constant feeling of something so violently ripped apart it is never whole again.

You are abandoned again. You are alone again.

You never know what love is.

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Isabel Allende, The House of The Spirits // Anne Carson, Red Doc> // F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Short Stories // Ocean Vuong, On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous // 肉包不吃肉, The Husky and His White Cat Shizun // Bernhard Schlink, The Reader (trans. Carol Brown Janeway) // Heart Like Yours— Willamette Stone

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oh oh OH

honestly, if you’re going to make james mean and spoiled. you kind of have to make him and regulus bond over making fun of people.

i want to watch james and regulus gossip in the courtyard, and realize that they have a lot in common.

once they get together, it’s hell for everybody.

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(never degraded someone before) you have your mother's cruelty. and your father's cowardice.

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you'll understand this once i write THE FIC

t.he character s

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"james shoves all his feelings down because he always has to be the happy comforting guy for his friends"

james potter would slam the dorm door, dramatically fall onto his bed, and exclaim his woes as loudly as he can to garner his friend's attention. james potter would write to his parents daily about every little thing that happened, every thought and feeling he had. james potter would have a diary where he confesses everything in & then proceed to purposefully leave it out so his friends read it

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marauders ship discourse generator

Have fun!!!!!

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Oh My God this is insane

Be blessed

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Thanks for tagging me Ira!! Love your posts and vibe <3

Unfortunately I don't have any other people to tag haha so that's me ;)

Pinterest Tag Game !!!

Thank you for the tag @kingstarkingslay!

How it works : Let Pinterest describe you to its best abilities and share how accurate you believe it is. Use the first pictures that pop up - search “ aesthetic ”, “ character ” and finally “ me ”

third is just me guys trust

tags !! @not-rab @hrtregulus @moon-delia

@maniac-door @rikisses

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now THAT is the kind of multiverse fic i'd like to see

regulus always falls in love with james,

but james doesnt always fall in love with regulus.

james falls in love with lily most times, james falls in love with the thought of regulus, james falls in love with regulus' brother. james falls in love with the way regulus looks.

but regulus? regulus falls in love with james. every. single. time. he falls in love with his voice, his smile, his accent, the way that james' eyes get shifty when hes planning something, regulus falls inlove with james' soul, his heart, his mind. regulus falls inlove with the poems he writes about james, regulus falls in love with how james loves.

even though that love is rarely ever directed towards him.

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Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.

Was your star next to mine ?

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PRIMAL JEGULUS PRIMAL JEGULUS PRIMAL JEGULUS

Messy bloody make out sesh, why not?

Based on a gif I saw on twt

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YES YOUR HONOUR I'M PROJECTING

Quite often the skittles stare at Regulus during breakfast and assume he had been crying because his eyes were puffy and red when actually he had spent the entire walk to the Great Hall rubbing at his eyes because it’s the middle of spring and he has the worst hay-fever known to man

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this is so real and so absurd

the idea that people have romantic attraction to people who aren’t their friends is so weird to me. i dont even know if i like you as like a person why would i want to play boyfriends with you