#proof era

[peachjagiya]

After I reblogged the Namkook, I went to go find scans from Proof because I thought they'd be good refs for art:

Sorry I'm in bits over this. So beautiful! I've seen it before even but it's hitting right today 🥰

[dasisugarun]

he was such a businessman here, sometimes i forget that they are big figures in their company now and the ones who have employes 205 days before yoongi is back

[gremlinshatephilosophers]

Dan…

(Only sharing a tiny out of context clip bc it’s from the patreon segment)

[outromoony]

People say that Wolfstar never happened in canon and yet every cell in my body disagrees.

[otterology]

Loving this Doctor Who era in general, but omg "Rogue" really hit the ball out of the park

[web-gottt]

The pub is loud, warm and full of your men getting progressively getting drunker by the second. Sitting at a table not far from some of the guys playing darts, being in charge of guarding their drinks, your eyes have been on a certain replacement all night. "What's his name again?" Guarnere who is sat next to you, arm loosely on the back of your chair, follows your eyesight, "That srcawny guy? Well, that's Babe" "His name is Babe? Fitting"

Bill is quick to realise what you want by the tone of your voice and the way your eyes are scanning over Babe, "Really? Y/n, you can have any of these fellas tonight and you want that little guy?"

"Oh come on, he's cute" your tone defensive, as a small playful smile tugs at the corner of your lips, looking at Bill, "Don't look at me like that, it's nice to see something other than your face for once"

"Watch your tone there missy" and it's Bills turn for a game of darts, and as he stands up, you give him pleading eyes, "Fine" "Thanks, you're the best" and you snicker a little bit as he grumbles, getting up. Walking over to the rest of the guys, Bill kind of pulls Babe to the side, and you're pretending to look down at the mug of beer, but also trying to look up. You notice both of the guys looking at you, before Bill pats Babe's back, and your wish is his command, he walks over to your table.

"Hey Babe, come, sit" you smile at him, motioning to the chair next to you. Babe, a little shy and a little awkward even despite the drinks you've all consumed for the past few hours, sits next to you. Talking to men, flirting with men no longer makes you anxious or nervous, its like almost a habit now. Subtly, your shift your chair a little closer, leaning closer to him on the table. "Uh, Guarnere said you wanted to talk to me" and you're smiling at him as he takes a nervous swig of his drink. "Well, in all honesty, I thought you were cute, and I realised we haven't really talked to each other, so, I want to get to know you more" the straight forwardness of your words gets Babe a little, and theres almost a blush on his cheeks, "If thats okay, of course" "Yeah, sure yeah" and he's smiling at you, a really beautiful, big smile.

From across the pub, Guarnere and Toye are staring at the two of you, watching as the smile never leaves Babe's face and the way, overtime, the space inbetween the two of you gets closer and closer. "He's barely been here a week and he's already got her? I've been here since day 1 and gotten fuckin' nowhere" Guarnere huffs.

[rabidlittlestrawberry]

Part 1 - Surprise

James wipes down the bar again, using it as an excuse to flex his muscles, to lean over the counter. There’s a girl perched on the corner, sucking up a daiquiri through a straw who has been eyeing him for the past hour. 

He has yet to strike up a proper conversation, but it won’t be long. He has this down to a fine art. And there’s a dance to this, steps. He can’t skip ahead, no matter how much he wants to. 

Sirius comes up behind him then, and starts mixing cocktails with ridiculous flare. Pouring ingredients from a height, juggling bottles. James knows what this means. And it couldn’t have come at a more perfect time. Sirius throws the mixer without bothering to look back, and James catches it with barely a glance in its direction. Giving it one last shake before pouring it into the waiting glass.  It’s a routine he and Sirius have perfected over the years, moving around each other without having to say a word, each anticipating the other’s movements. 

The girl from the corner is really looking now. Eyebrows raised in obvious appreciation. James throws her a well placed wink as he sets the glass on fire in front of him, sliding it over to the waiting customer. Next time she needs a refill, he’ll strike up a conversation. He’ll have her number before the night is out. 

When he turns back to the counter, there’s a boy in front of him. A young boy. Small and skinny and definitely not old enough to be in here. He’s looking up at James from behind huge, round glasses with a strangely intense stare, dark hair sticking up at an angle that James has nothing but sympathy for. Crazy bright green eyes shining out through skin only a little lighter than James’. 

James looks him up and down, raising his eyebrows. “Sorry kid, not a chance. I don’t care how good your fake ID is.” 

The kid has the nerve to smile, eyes crinkling up behind his glasses. He’s got a cheeky air to him that James can’t help but humour. 

“I’m not here for alcohol,” he says. 

“Well, then. You’re no use to us here, are you?” James says it with a smile, and the kid smiles in response, but there’s a flicker of something else. Not quite hurt, but at least a sting. 

“Fine. Give me a coke, then.”

James hesitates a moment before he complies, grabbing a glass and taking the opportunity to study the boy again. “How did you even get in? You’re what? Thirteen?”

“Fourteen,” the kid frowns, having the nerve to look offended. As if that makes all the difference. “Almost fifteen.” 

“Still not old enough to drink, I’m afraid.” A customer across the bar gestures at James for another. He’s a regular, so James starts to pour his usual, still looking at the kid. 

“Your parents know you’re here?”

“Well. My mum is dead.” The words are blunt, matter of fact, but he can’t hide the brutal flash of pain behind his eyes. Fresh. Losing a parent never gets easier, but this isn’t a wound that’s had time to fade. It’s new.  

“Ah, I’m sorry, kid. That’s tough. But drink isn’t the answer. Trust me.” 

The boy frowns. Opens his mouth to respond, presumably but just then the girl from the corner walks up to him then, leaning over the bar and asking him for another with a smile. James grins right back, throwing her a little wink. Technically, he’s not allowed to give out his number, but he has no problem finding a way around that rule. Give them enough of a hint and they feel comfortable enough to make that move. 

“Enjoy,” he says, lingering in a way that makes it obvious that he’d be open to more conversation. 

The kid shuffles in his seat, and James wonders if it will be rude to get him kicked out. He really doesn’t belong here, and James suddenly feels self conscious of his owlish eyes watching James’ every move. 

He’s sure he’s about to say something to the girl, when his gaze is pulled by a head of dark hair, and his breath catches in his throat. He almost drops the pint he’d been pouring, his grip slacking as his heart-rate kicks into overdrive.

Fuck, he looks good. 

Black crop top artfully cut across his midriff, showing off a bellybutton ring that makes James’ mouth water. His eyes are ringed in silver liner, making the ice blue stand out against pale skin as he stares back at James. 

“Hey, you,” James breathes, voice barely audible above the music. It’s incredible, how Regulus can always render him so completely useless without even a single word. James knows how to do this, to flirt, he’s good at it, even. But he’s been pulling out all his best moves on Regulus for years, and has gotten nothing in return. Less than nothing. It’s like flirting with a brick wall. 

Out of the corner of his eye, he sees bar girl lean forward again, a scrap of paper in her hand that James is sure is her number. 

“This is for you,” she says, flashing him a smile, and he smiles back, taking the paper between his fingers and sliding it into his pocket. 

“Thanks,” he grins, biting his lip. Wow, she really is pretty. He’ll have to give her a call later. 

A cough from his left turns his gaze back to Regulus, who is watching the exchange with a bored, dispassionate expression, tapping his fingers against the bar as he waits for his drink.  

“If you’re done flirting,” he says as the girl walks away. “I was hoping you would remember to do your job, and pour me a drink.”

James arranges his face into his most disarming smile, reaching for the gin before Regulus can begin to ask. “Aw, you know me. I’m never done flirting, love.”

Regulus’ expression does not so much as flicker. He stands still as a statue as James works, ignoring Sirius’ calls of Reggie and snatching up the glass as soon as James places it in front of him. He’s turned on his heel and is making his way back to his friends before James can utter another word. 

Feeling a little dazed, James shakes his head, not quite able to take his eyes off Regulus’ retreating figure. His attention is pulled by the sound of laughter next to him. The kid. Right. He’s sipping his coke, laughing at James over the top of his glass. 

“What?” James turns to him, still considering calling security, but he can’t help the smile that pulls at the corners of his lips. 

“Nothing, nothing,” the boy replies, still smirking as he lowers his glass. “Your mouth’s still open, by the way.” 

James snaps it shut, mildly embarrassed that this random kid has managed to see through him so quickly. Damn. Is he really that obvious? 

“Alright kid, out with it. You aren’t here to drink overpriced soft drinks and make sarcastic comments about my dating life. What do you want? A job? Some friends? Something better to do with your time?” 

The kid’s smile fades as quickly as it came, replaced with an intense sort of calm. A steadiness that doesn’t match his youthful appearance. That’s when James rememberers that the kid’s mum just died. Jesus. He really needs to be more sensitive, even to strange teenagers.

“You’re James Potter?” The kid says suddenly, and the scrutiny in his eyes is dialled up to eleven. James’ brain stutters, unable to process what he’d just heard.

“I — am. And who are you?”

“Harry.” He says simply, apparently not willing to offer any more information. 

“Right,” James says, for lack of anything else to say. This conversation really doesn’t feel like it’s in his control anymore. The kid - Harry - takes a visible deep breath, closing his eyes for a moment. James has no idea why, but his blood runs cold, stomach sinking. However the boy knows his full name, it surely can’t be good news. 

“So, you know I said my mum died?” Great. Good start. James nods, not sure what he’s supposed to say. “Well. Um. She was kinda all I had. I got given to my aunt and uncle, but they’re um… they… well. They live in Surrey.”

That catches James off-guard. Before he knows it, his head is tipped back in a full blown laugh. 

“Right,” he says, “gotcha. So…” 

“So. I never knew my father. And I thought now might be the time.” 

“Your … father?”

“Yeah,” he visibly swallows, “She, uh, she never told me who he was, not really. But I was going through her stuff, after the accident,” his voice breaking on that word, just a little, “and I found some things.”  

“Right…” James starts, his mind swirling, feeling like he’s missing a puzzle piece here, his mind trying to put together pieces that don’t quite fit. It’s all very sad, but what on earth has this got to do with him?

“I have a picture of her here,” harry continues, reaching into his pocket. “I think you might have known her.” He reaches his hand over the bar, a piece of paper extended out. The picture looking back at him steals his breath from his lungs. 

“Lily Evans?” Harry says unnecessarily, as if James would ever mistake the face staring out at him. Bright eyes just as he remembers them, reckless covering her whole face. She’s holding a baby in her arms and looking a little more tired than she used to, but her smile is exactly the same. In fact, she looks so similar that James concludes that she can’t have been much older than when he last saw her, when they were both seventeen. 

James’ world spins, and he can’t feel anything past one single thought. Crowding his mind, pressing down on his lungs. Fuck. 

Lily is dead. Lily is dead. Lily is dead. 

He hasn’t seen her in years, since they’d dated at the end of school. They’d agreed to stay friends, but Lily had pretty much dropped off the face of the earth after that. And James had been busy travelling the world, and then there was university. It had been so long. He hadn’t seen her in… shit, it must be around fifteen ye—

His eyes snap up to the boy in front of him, mind racing. The ground lurches dangerously beneath him, and he has to hold onto the bar for support. Now that he sees it, he wonders how it hadn’t occurred to him sooner. Harry was basically a carbon copy of him, save for his eyes, which are all Lily.  

He knows, the evidence is right there in front of his face. But still, he has to say something. 

“How… um. How old did you say you were, again?”

“Fourteen. And a half.”

“Right. So, when you said you were looking for your dad?”

Harry nods, looking truly nervous for the first time all evening. Somehow, it makes him look even younger. “That would be you, I think. You’re um… I think you’re my dad.” 

My dad.

Dad. 

Shit.

James is going to have to sit down.

Read the next chapter here

[yuri-on-crack]

Remus: You know she’d hate it right? You walking away from it all.

Mary: She’s not here to hate anything.

Remus: You think forgetting her will save you?

Mary: I think remembering her will ruin me.

[deswhomst]

regulus black is not an iphone guy. he has a samsung galaxy s25 ultra. it’s bigger than his face but a great phone and more importantly a brilliant weapon

[cyandocs]

My Neopet, passive aggressively in the corner: "Destruct-o-Match sounds fun right about now!" Me, losing my 100th round of Solitaire: Not now baby mama's gambling

[sesamenom]

a very powerful Song (sauron is terrified)

inspired by @fistfuloflightning's magluth!

[cosmicdreamgrl]

living piece of art, that is what you are

[dasisugarun]

219 days before yoongi is back can you imagine, that its just 219 days we've almost done it 419/638 are already done

[toujoursrab]

Prompt: Eerie | Pairing: Jegulus (@into-the-jeggyverse) | Word Count: 529

When Regulus returned home from his shift at St. Mungo’s, he expected to be met with controlled chaos. Harry’s toys all over the sitting room floor, Peppa Pig playing loudly on the muggle TV and mixing in with the Hamilton soundtrack coming from the kitchen (because it was James’ night to cook and he couldn’t do it without music). Instead he was met with an eerie silence, walking through the house wondering if anyone was actually home. He didn’t even step on a Lego as he made his way into the sitting room. “Haz? Jamie?” The TV was off, the room was oddly clean. Even Harry’s fingerpaints from this morning were cleaned up and his artwork most likely hung up on their fridge.

The Healer turned on his heel, leaving the sitting room and making his way to the kitchen. Much like the previous room, the kitchen was entirely clean. James rarely cleaned up right after he cooked, so the kitchen was always a mess when the professional Quidditch player put it to use. Regulus was just about to leave the room and head for the bedrooms next, when a vase of flowers sitting there on the counter caught his eye. A dozen red roses, a classic, but also his favorite flower. A smile formed on his lips as he picked up the card in front of them addressed to Regulus. It was simple a ‘Happy Anniversary, love. Yours always, James’. He scrunched up his nose in confusion because it wasn’t their anniversary.

Before Regulus could think much of it, he heard a set of footsteps followed by a pair of arms wrapping around his middle. He leaned back into his husband’s warm embrace, setting the card he was holding down on the counter. “The flowers are beautiful, Jamie, but it’s not our anniversary for another three months.”

James kissed the side of Regulus’ neck, lips lingering as he spoke into the other’s smooth skin. “You agreed to go out with me exactly five years ago today. It’s an anniversary worth celebrating.”

“Wow, can’t believe I forgot especially when we celebrate it every year.” They didn’t, obviously. His tone was laced with a teasing sarcasm only Regulus could pull off. Regulus had no recollection of the day he finally agreed to go on a date with James, but he didn’t doubt the other knew the exact date. What Regulus did remember of that day, James had been so elated, when he left, he walked right into a light pole, the impact enough to break his glasses.

“Don’t worry about it.” James replied cheekily as Regulus tilted his head to press their lips together in a series of soft kisses. “You have me to remind you.”  When James finally released his hold on Regulus, he turned so they were facing each other. Regulus reached for James’s hands to hold. “Haz is with Lils for the weekend, I set up a romantic candlelit dinner in the garden. Will you join me, Mr. Potter?”

The corners of Regulus’ lips upturned into a bright smile. “I would love to, Mr. Potter.”  He leaned up and pressed their lips together in a chaste kiss.

[on-this-day-mcr]

On this day, ?

EDIT: post locked due to conflicting sources about the date of this show. Enjoy the old photos anyway :)

In 2001: My Chemical Romance performed their first ever show at the Elks Lodge in Ewing, New Jersey, USA. (🖤)

Rachel L. Grotz

[justafandomgirly]

Barty would love the escaping class tiktok trend and drag Regulus into doing it and when they get caught by McGonagall Regulus would just put all the blame on Barty