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never ask a woman her age a man his salary your mutual how late it is in her timezone when she starts posting about that bisexual man

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🇵🇸don’t forget to do your daily clicks!🇵🇸

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DEAD POETS SOCIETY (1989) dir. Peter Weir

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soooo funny when people who ship wolfstar complain if they’re “toxic” like. why r u in the fandom centered around childhood friends who joined a war grew suspicious & stopped trusting each other one got framed for killing their best friend & went to prison for 13 years & the other fully believed he was guilty & then when they do reunite they immediately agree to kill their other childhood friend in front of a group of kids (including their dead friend’s son) & then when the guy gets away they join a war again and live in the same house until the one who went to prison dies. and then the other one marries a younger woman has a kid with her and dies immediately after as well. and ur getting mad at people for writing their relationship as “toxic”???? one has to laugh….

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Remus’s big hands …. thats it

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“remus wraps his arms around him, and it takes sirius a few seconds to realise he hadn’t been held in 12 years.”

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"sit down." "i'm sat."

but it's wolfstar in order of the pheonix

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see 0 note flop posts aren't that bad when they're personal but 0 note fandom posts feel literally so bad. like if you don't wanna play toys with me anymore just say that. i'll pack up my super cool awesome things and go and i'll sit on the other side of the playground by myself and i won't even look at you. fuck

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magic is real you fools it happens when you make other people laugh

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@talitasami

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I'm convinced Sirius loves every state, every part of this man. Like the way he loses it while studying, how his hair is a mess, the way he is so passionate. I miss drawing them a lot, and this one was like a cathartic feeling ♡

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what if james potter and regulus black……….kissed

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Oh my god he’s so pretty

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alone with the anger

remus lupin

first year / seventh year

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a solar eclipse is such a good metaphor for James feeling like he’s taken a back seat in Sirius’s life after he and Remus get together

anywayyyyyyy

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oh 😪 this is beautiful but also so tragic

black brothers... character study? microfic? i haven't a clue! but it exists!

The first time Sirius performed magic, he was the mere age of two years old. Sirius had always felt the magic within him, as most wizards could. It welled in his veins and made his fingertips go all funny. Sometimes the magic would make him cry. Overwhelmed by a striking power he neither understood nor was able to expel, his body did the only thing it knew it could; to yell and to sob and to pound his funny-feeling hands into the ground until someone made it better. Occasionally, and worst of all, he could feel it in his feet, until Sirius was certain that his toes were turning blue with the way the magic smarted  — making him itch, making him want to run and run and run some more, until the uncomfortable feeling went away. Sirius barely knew how to run at such a young age, but he had forced his early steps into bounds into sprints, if only to rid himself of the stinging pads of his own feet. 

On this particular day, Sirius was two and a half, or maybe two and a three quarters, and Regulus was the ripe old age of one. Reggie was crying. More than crying, he was screaming and wailing. Sirius wondered if Regulus could feel the magic in his toes too – if that was why he was causing such a fuss. But when he had tried to grasp at those tiny little feet the matron had merely pushed him away. 

“You’re upsetting him, go sit in the corner.” 

Sirius fidgeted in his corner as his brother continued to cry. He listened to the sound and winced when those yells were met with another, their mother who always grew irritated by Reggie’s crying. 

“Shut that whining up!” she screeched from the other room. The matron nodded, despite the door being closed and Walburga being entirely unable to see her hurried affirmation. 

The matron cooed at Regulus, using her wand to make the bat skeletons above the crib dance. Regulus screamed louder. Sirius wondered if it was because Regulus hated the skeletons just as much as he did. Matron tried and tried to get Regulus to quiet, but Reggie merely continued to cry and cry. 

So, Sirius, after the third shout from his mother, decided he had to help. His toes tingling in the way that made him need to run, he ran toward the only person he already knew he wanted to run to rather than away from. 

Sirius stumbled up to the crib, slipping under the matron’s legs and ignoring her cried “Sirius!” as he clutched at the bars of Regulus’ bed. 

“Reggie,” he whispered. “Reggie, be quiet, please.” 

The crying was silenced at once. 

“Sirius!” The matron scolded again, forcing him back with a firm and wrinkled hand tugging at his shoulder. “Sirius, no!” 

Sirius stared confusedly up, watching as the matron lifted baby Regulus from the cradle. He was still fidgeting with balled up fists and feet that kicked. Reggie was still crying – only, he wasn’t. He was silent. And yet, his eyes continued to spill tears and his mouth continued to bare his tiny little teeth, as though mid-shout. But there was no shout to be heard. He was quiet as the mice their older cousins would practise their hexes on. 

“Sirius!” Matron chided. “I can’t undo the spell. Undo the spell, now!” she commanded. 

Regulus squirmed some more, thrashing violently as though desperate to be heard; to be known and recognised even without a voice to make him so. Sirius watched this sobbing, tiny little thing with not a peep to be heard from the baby’s agape mouth. 

Sirius was entirely, utterly puzzled at what he had supposedly done wrong. He did not yet understand that silence and safety were not the same. He’d only wanted Regulus to be safe.

They soon found he could not undo the accidental muffliato charm. They simply had to wait for it to wear, just as Regulus wore himself out. By the time it had dispelled, Regulus was asleep. Fitful as ever, still kicking — perhaps dreaming of running, Sirius thought — with tightly clenched fists. 

Sirius slipped his pointer finger into Reggie’s hand once the matron left the room, watching as his unconscious brother clutched at him so tightly Sirius couldn’t have been let go to leave if he wanted to. Their mother did not shout again that evening, and neither did Regulus. Quiet drenched Grimmauld Place once more and they were safe all the same. Sirius did not understand how there could have been a difference. 

He would understand, eventually. 

When tearfully red eyes hardened into stern grey ones, just a bit bluer than Sirius’ own and deadly with their quietly piercing glares. When shouts turned to snide comments uttered from the very corner of Regulus’ downturned mouth, hissed in a spiteful whisper. When a simple concrete headstone refused to reply, not even when Sirius knelt at the grave and garbled nonsense for hours, not even to call him an idiot like he’d once so loved to do.  But Sirius did not understand any of that, then. He only knew to wince when Regulus began to hiccup – a sign that he was about to cry. He only knew that it made his toes twinge with the magic that made him want to run, run, but Reggie was too young to even walk and running would mean having to leave his little brother behind. Sirius only knew that if he willed it hard enough the magic would leak from his tingling fingers and rest heavy in the room. Like moisture in humid air it burdened them, slightly suffocated them, muffled the brothers to silence and kept them safe.