#james thinks so too

[fiasco95]

[Pandora staring at a shirtless Regulus smoking and reading a book by the window alcove.]

Pandora:

Pandora: Okay. Those who agree Regulus is hot, say aye. Aye.

Barty: Aye.

Dorcas: Aye.

Evan: Aye.

Marlene: Aye.

James: Aye.

Pandora: …

Pandora: MARLENE???

Pandora: JAMES POTTER?!?!

Marlene: hey I may be a lesbian but I’m not blind.

James: I’m blind but that has nothing to do with anything, he’s just hot.

Pandora:

Pandora: That’s not what I had a problem with but okay.

[mellosghosts]

hes a little confused, but hes got the spirit 🫡

[aerialworms-art]

Lifespans.

(ID under cut)

[Image ID: A three-way venn diagram floating against a starfield. The circles are coloured; one yellow, one light blue, one a darker shade of blue. The yellow is the smallest, the two blue ones over double its size, with the darker blue the biggest. The yellow is half covered by the two blue circles, while it takes up a small amount of the two blues. The centre overlap between all three is labelled "the precious few years we three were together".

There is very little overlap between the yellow and the darker blue without the lighter blue.

The work is signed 'aerialworms'./End ID]

[knightofleo]

Angela Orosco Silent Hill 2

[a-most-beloved-fool]

spirk using telepathy to keep each other alive. kirk, desperate, psy-null and untrained, reaching clumsily into spock's dying mind and pulling, dragging spock's essence into himself, wrenching him forceably from the very jaws of death and holding him there through sheer strength of will, saying you can't die, i won't let you, you can't leave me, i need you, and binding him to life and to himself until it's impossible to fully separate them. spock, more skilled, carefully managing each one of kirk's vital signs - keeping his heart beating steady, his lungs drawing breath, his temperature within a safe range, all while suppressing kirk's pain, and at the same trying, vainly, to keep their minds from tying themselves inexorably together, but they're pressed too close and he can't, and he hopes that kirk will forgive him, for bonding them like this (he will, of course he will), but the alternative, letting kirk die, was - unthinkable.

[idontwikeit]

No, no, no… you've got it all wrong… you can't act death. The fact of it is nothing to do with seeing it happen - it's not gasps and blood and falling about - that isn't what makes it death. It's just a man failing to reappear, that's all - now you see him, now you don't that's the only thing that's real: here one minute and gone the next and never coming back - an exit, unobtrusive and unannounced, a disappearance gathering weight as it goes on, until, finally, it is heavy with death.

-Rosencrantz & Guildenstern Are Dead

for @annevbonny

[paintedcrows-caws]

Front row seat to Alex Hirsch's InMotion London Talk!! Aaaa!! (The high quality close up photos were taken by the wonderful @stupidlittlespirit! Who was sitting with me and had a far better camera, haha)

You can watch the full thing here, recorded by the brilliant Topaz Animation!: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hn_O7CMM67A&t=137s

[hitmewithsomebooks]

Reggie up in the dorm with period cramps and James running around the common room like a man on a mission, asking anyone and everyone if they have Midol

[courfee]

it's been exactly a year since the last chapter of Operation Walburga's Arbitrary No Kissing Ever Rule and I still miss it. This scene is probably one of my favourite things I've ever written and I've wanted to draw it for forever, so now seemed like an appropriate time

[lasdiechi]

I just know James Potter had the craziest abs ever and he would never wear a shirt because '"it's more comfortable like this" but actually he just liked showing them off around people he found attractive

[heph]

I dont know if im allowed to just request in your inbox..

But can you feed us with some clingy wilson with house 😔😔

I wanna see the baby boys cuddle but we need clingy wilson 😙

Completely "platonic" snuggling

[ageof-stars]

for the @theterrorbingo prompt 'the dress'!

[deswhomst]

Dead Gay Dad (& Others) From The 70s

Prompt by @moonyscribe ��� Marauders microfic — POV Harry Potter — Minor Wolfstar. Implied/Referenced Jegulus, Marylily, Gilderat. Word Count: 1319

Harry Potter had seen countless strange things in his nineteen years of life. From being thrown into a world of magic to becoming their savior, it had felt like nothing could truly surprise him anymore. He was wrong, of course, and he realised that as he held a portrait of four ghosts that stared back at him as if they were still alive.

“Well?” His father prompted from within the wooden frame. “Who are you?”

Harry was genuinely speechless. He had seen his father in Snape’s memories but this was different. James could see him—acknowledge him. He couldn’t be more than sixteen but Harry had never known any version of him. He will take what he gets.

“Prongs,” Remus Lupin tugged at his sleeve, demanding his attention. “He looks like you.”

“Right!” Sirius Black agreed wholeheartedly. “It’s like James with green eyes. And a bit older.”

Peter Pettigrew chimed in with, “Maybe it’s James from the future.”

Sirius snorted. “I wasn’t aware that a person’s eye color changes with age.”

The four of them were gathered around in a secluded area of the Hogwarts grounds, it seemed, and there was no one else in the frame. They were all dressed in their Hogwarts uniforms as well. At first, when Harry had wedged the portrait from under Sirius’ old desk while cleaning up Grimmauld Place, he had assumed it was a joke of sorts—something Sirius had left behind to annoy his parents, maybe, but the more he looked at the portrait, the more alive it got.

“I’m—my name is Harry,” he forced himself to say. “How are you … I didn’t know portraits could be made like this?”

James grinned, evidently proud of himself. “We didn’t think it would work!” he told him. “We basically trapped our fifteen year old selves in a portrait—it wouldn’t matter if we were alive or dead. This portrait will always have us at this age.”

“We wanted to give it to someone worthy of it,” Sirius added. “But my mother dearest saw it and confiscated it …”

“You are from the future, though, aren’t you?” Peter questioned.

Harry had to bite down on his tongue hard as he nodded. This man was the reason his parents had died, but Harry could not tell them this. If this is a version of them trapped here in time, a happy version of them, then he had no intentions of ruining it. Not because of a crime not yet committed where they are.

“I’m …” Harry cleared his throat. “Yeah.”

James perked up at that. “Are you related to me, then? I’m James Potter,” he said so casually. “Are you my son?”

Harry has been through his fair share of problems but nothing could quite compare to the amount of pain he was in at this moment.

Yes. I’m your son. Hi, Dad.

“No,” he said. “I’m a bit farther from the future … I have a great great grandfather named James Potter.”

The lie was necessary, Harry thought, to ensure that the four of them didn’t find out what happened to them.

“Wait,” Sirius squinted suspiciously. “Do you know about Voldemort? And the war?”

Harry shrugged. “Yeah we read a bit about it … Voldemort died, and the war ended ages ago. Everything’s good here in the future.”

It’s not as if Harry didn’t miss Sirius and Remus, too, but he was too distracted by James to notice anyone else’s presence that well.

“That’s amazing!” Peter grinned. “We have been expecting the worst.”

“Yeah, but it’s years into the future,” Remus reasoned. “Who knows what happened in between.”

“He must know,” Sirius gestured towards Harry.

“Wait, who did I marry?” James asked. “Was it Regulus?”

What?

Sirius groaned. “James, you’re not marrying my stupid brother.”

“But, Padfoot—!”

“No!”

“You’re just jealous that he loves me more,” James poked out his tongue at him.

“Low bar,” snorted Remus.

Harry kept blinking at the portrait. Regulus? Regulus Black? Why would James want …. what …

“Regulus,” Harry repeated. “What about Lily?”

“Lily?” James furrowed his brows. “How do you know about her?”

“Er— the … the frame!” Harry said. “It has—well, there’s Lily written on it … so I thought she’s your girlfriend or something …”

Sirius burst out laughing. “Prongs, mate, you’re pathetic.”

“You’re one to talk,” Peter said, amused. “You’re always wrapped around Moony.”

“It’s Moony,” Sirius winked at Remus, who rolled his eyes affectionately. “And the difference is that he actually likes me back.”

What? What? What the fuck?

“Oh, sod off,” James muttered. “I used to have a crush on Lily but I’m with Regulus now,” he explained to Harry. “Lily is with Mary, too. I love them, we’re all friends so it’s not weird or anything.”

“Regulus isn’t our friend,” Sirius corrected.

“He’s my friend,” said Peter.

“And mine,” added Remus.

Sirius sent them all a nasty glare.

James ruffled his hair. “I’m so confused… I don’t even remember putting Lily’s name on the portrait.”

“Let it go,” Remus said. “You doodled it anywhere you could.”

“I suppose …”

“It’s right here,” Harry said confidently this time. “I’m literally looking at it,” he waved a dismissive hand. “So, you two”— he pointed to Remus and Sirius —“are together?”

“Do you mind?” Remus asked pointedly. “You sound a bit homophobic to me.”

“Doesn’t he?” Peter agreed.

“What?” Harry blinked. “No—no! I’m not … I’m just wondering… I thought you guys are friends.”

Sirius arched a brow. “Do friends do this?”

To Harry’s utter horror, Sirius grabbed Remus’ tie and pulled him into an insanely inappropriate kiss. Sirius and Remus. Sirius and Remus. Sirius and Remus. Sirius and Remus.

“Okay, I think he gets it,” James called out to them. “Stop traumatizing Harry.”

“Why, does two men kissing traumatize you?” Peter asked.

Harry had no response to that. He has been staring at Remus and Sirius, jaw dropped, unable to look away even when the two of them had finally broken apart. He had never, once, considered the possibility of the two of them being more than just friends. Or of his father with Regulus Black. Or his mother with someone called Mary.

“Yes, Harry,” Sirius said. “Are the four us being gay traumatizing to you?”

“N-no!” he instantly defended himself because this was obviously not about that. Harry was more upset at how much of their lives will always remain a mystery to him. “Wait—four of you?” He looked at Peter. “You, too?”

James grinned, nudging his friend playfully. “He’s with this bloke called Gilderoy Lockhart.”

Giledory??? Lockhart??? And Peter???

“Neat,” said Harry, because what the fuck else was he supposed to say to all these insane revelations?

“It is neat,” James nodded. “So is Regulus.”

“Shut up, Prongs,” Sirius hit his shoulder.

“I’m with someone, too,” Harry said directly to James, because he wanted him to know. “Her name is Ginny.”

“Yeah?” James seemed interested. “That’s a sweet name, Harry.”

Harry grinned. “Yes. I think you both would get along!” he said. “She plays Quidditch, and I know you used to as well. She’s a professional.”

“Really?” James matched his smile. “That’s so cool! What position does she play?”

“She’s a Chaser.”

“Like me!”

“Like you,” Harry confirmed. “I play too! I’m a Seeker.”

James laughed fondly. “So you’re like me and Regulus, but opposite.”

“Yeah,” Harry chuckled. “And she’s my best friend���s little sister.”

Remus and Peter snickered.

Sirius passed James and Harry a very unimpressed look. “You Potters have it in your genes to go after your best friend’s little siblings, do you?”

James pursed his lips in amusement. “We do, don’t we, Harry?”

“My best friend wasn’t dramatic at all about it,” Harry added just to tease Sirius a bit. “He gave me his blessings and everything.”

“You see!” James jumped at the opportunity. “Why won’t you give me your blessings too, Padfoot?”

Sirius scowled.

Harry and James both grinned.

[calamitoustide]

thinking about one of those soulmate aus in which whatever your soulmate draws on their skin appears on yours and thinking about how James would constantly be writing on himself whether he's trying to communicate with his soulmate or just writing little lists or doodling he's always got some kind of ink on his arm he never gets anything in return though because the Black family doesn't involve themselves in soulmates and Regulus would get punished if he even thought so much as draw a single line

Regulus has to always wear long sleeves so no one will see it or his mother would throw a fit, she might even take him out of school if she truly saw how much his soulmate wrote but it was one of the only things bringing him comfort and he spent so many nights tracing his fingers over the lines because out there somewhere someone was made for him and even he could never have them at least he knew they existed

[ultravioletbrit]

“jealous” - Jegulus microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - 465 words

“mistletoe kiss” - 25 Days of Jegumas - Day 21 - @noblehouseofgay

Regulus is standing on one side of the common room leaning against the wall with a drink in his hand talking to Barty and Evan. He’s talking to Barty and Evan, but he’s making eye contact with James Potter.

James Potter, who’s standing on the other side of the common room presumably having a conversation with his friends, but his eyes haven’t left Regulus’ all night.

That is, until a girl Regulus doesn’t know walks over and puts her hand on James’ forearm. It takes James a moment, but he does eventually break eye contact with Regulus to look at the girl with long brown hair and an unnecessarily tight top.

Regulus isn’t prepared for the wave of jealously that washes over him. He has no reason to be jealous, they were just looking at each other. He’s jealous because James Potter stopped looking at him? He shakes his head to clear those thoughts from his mind and pushes off the wall.

“I’m getting another drink.” He mumbles, already walking away.

He refills his drink, but he’s not ready to go back to his friends yet, so he finds a secluded corner where he can take a minute to clear his mind. A minute is pretty much all he gets before he’s interrupted.  

“Hey.”

Of course, James Potter would find him when he’s trying to clear his mind of James Potter.

“Hi.” Regulus says and they fall into an awkward silence.

“She wanted a mistletoe kiss.” James breaks the silence after a moment.

“Who?” Regulus feigns ignorance.

“The girl. Her friends dared her to ask, I guess.” James says nervously.

“Good for her.” Regulus snarks and pushes off the wall to walk away.

“I said ‘no’.” James blocks his path. Regulus instinctively looks up and James is already looking down and they instantly make eye contact. “There’s someone else I want to have a mistletoe kiss with.” James whispers, taking a small step forward.

“Good for them.” Regulus whispers back, never breaking eye contact.

James slowly takes another step forward and Regulus still doesn’t break eye contact even when he notices James’ arm moving.

“Good for you.” James whispers even softer than before.

Regulus gives him a curious look and James breaks their eye contact to look up slightly. Regulus follows his movement and sees James holding mistletoe over their heads.   

Regulus huffs a small laugh and looks back at James. They hold eye contact for just a moment before James raises a questioning eyebrow. Regulus narrows his eyes and bites his cheek to try and hide his smile. He lets out another small chuckle as he steps forward to close the last distance between them.

“Put your arm down, idiot.” Regulus whispers as he pushes up on his toes. James doesn’t put his arm down until their lips meet under the mistletoe.

[ryuusea]

Framed / Catch him if you can…