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"I had all and then most of you, some and now none of you..."

But it's James slowly watching the life drain from Regulus's eyes as he joins the Death Eaters.

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No safety. No food. No aid. No water. No healthcare. No education. Is this what it means to live? Is this what world accept as life?

If a group of animals were trapped, starved, and cut off from the world like this, people would be outraged. But because it's us—human beings—somehow, the world looks away.

These are unbearable days. Everything feels heavy. Each hour presses on my chest like I’m being suffocated.

My family needs urgent help.

Basic survival has become nearly impossible. Bread—just bread—now costs over $25 a day to make.

We are not asking for luxury. We are begging for life.

Please, if you’re reading this: help. Reblog this post. Talk about us. Donate if you can. Even a small act can mean everything right now.

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its my birthday someone pls post a really good juicy harry james potter fic!!

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Dame Maggie Smith (1934 - 2024).

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‘mothers day’ ‘fathers day’ eldest daughter day when

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"my child is fine" your child is still running their tumblr blog from middle school

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Request from an anon: for Remus and Wolfstar daughter could you do like after a rough full moon wolfstar daugher is helping clean up his wounds and everything and everyone's watching from the doorway and she realizes that she thinks she wants to be a nurse/medic?

A/N — I hope this is good anon! I feel like I rambled a lot 😭

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You’re not nearly as calm as you’re pretending to be. It’s hard not to be nervous when Remus is holding back pained noises and all the people you’ve booted from the room for asking too many questions at a time are hovering by the door. You don’t blame them for wanting to know how he’s doing. You remember a distant time when you hovered too.

But you’re not just standing to the side anymore. All your willpower goes into steadying your hands and focusing on the several deep cuts littering Remus’s chest. ‘‘He went without his wolfsbane this month,’’ you think to yourself as you begin to carefully clean and stitch up one of many cuts. “Moony must have gotten Scrappy.” You vaguely hear someone’s cautious whisper of, ‘Be careful!” as you gently begin to clean the next cut. You’re always careful. Always gentle. Because your dad deserves that. So does anyone who goes through even half of what he goes through.

Soon enough you’re done and it seems that everyone lets out a collective breath they’d been holding since you started stitching him up. You’re already thinking of a million and one ways to help him feel better. Fetching him something out of your shared chocolate stash, turning the lights out and shooing everyone away so he can have a rightfully earned nap, and even getting out his book of the month and turning on old reruns of Jeopardy, but before you have the time to ask if he wants any of that, he gives your hand a little squeeze.

It’s weaker than you’re used to for him, that’s equal parts expected and unnerving. He gives you the biggest smile he can manage for the time being. His eyes are fluttering as he fights off drowsiness. “Thank you, sweetheart,” he murmurs, less awake by the second. “Really. You’re a lifesaver.” A warmth settles over your heart as you squeeze his hand back but he’s long asleep before he can feel it. In a second, you know you want to be a lifesaver for more than just him. Really.

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LITERALLY THOUGHT ABOUT THAT WHEN I WATCHED IT BC I SAW NOTHING ABOUT IT BEFOREHAND

We need to talk about this pls

(Matt girlies pls talk to me 💀🙏🏼)

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Harry as your boyfriend

NSFW!!!!!!

Harry who distances himself when hes stressed not by much and not to push you away but hes already short-tempered enough as it is and it just gets worse when hes stressed. He knows that you’ll listen and be there to help him but he also knows that if he gets even slightly mad at something he’ll take it out on you, verbally never physically, he’ll still do the small things he usually does to show that he loves you, making sure you eat and sleep, little forehead kisses as he pets your hair as a way to tell you hi or goodmorning. Hes quieter but you know that just laying there quietly playing with his hair as he rants about it when its finally to much is the most you can do.

Harry who  insists that before any quidditch game you come see him and give him a good luck kiss, hes insistent that without it he won’t be able to see the snitch, there have been a few games where you’ve either run late or wanted to see what would happen if you didnt kiss him, in those cases he will fully interrupt the game by flying over to the bleachers and stopping directly in front of you waiting for his kiss. And if he lost a game? Then you’re in for it, he wont blame you but you’re definitely getting angry sex with him

Harry who hesitates but eventually will always let you clean him up after a fight or a game, afterall he does trust you more than he does Madame Pomfrey. If hes got a cut on his face, you stand in between his legs or straddle his lap as his hands rest on your hips massaging little circles into them and admiring your eyes as you attend to his wounds. If its his chest he stands in front of you as you sit on the counter his hands either on the counter to the sides of you or resting on your waist. 

Harry who loves only one thing more than having you sit on his lap as he kisses and sucks at your neck, the only thing he loves more is having you sit on his face, whimpering and whining above him as he flicks his tongue against your throbbing cunt, his nose hitting your sensitive clit so perfectly as the slight stubble he’s yet to shave away scratching you in all the right places, his hands resting against your round ass attempting to pull you closer as if he didn’t have to convince you that you could fully sit without hurting him, and if he suffocated well then what an amazing way to die. 

Harry who can’t help but push you against the lockers in the quidditch locker room when you check on him after a loosing game. Who can’t help but push you into the showers and strip away your clothes item by item until you’re both completely bare. Who can’t help to turn on the water in a sad attempt to cover your moans as he slides a hand down to your soaked cunt, his middle finger just barely entering as he teases you until youre begging for more. He can’t help but run his solid cock through your slit until he meets the throbbing mess of your cunt, he slowly slides into you as you gasp in a mix of pleasure and slight pain as he stretches you out on his thick cock, one of his hands over your mouth because no matter how much he loves hearing you he doesn’t want to risk getting caught and embarrassing you,  the other holding you up as he thrusts his hips into yours.

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“simon riley would put you in a headlock” “simon riley would be so mean during sex” “simon riley would spit on you and-”

NO, HE WOULD NOT. DON’T LIE. YOU’RE LYING TO THE PUBLIC BECAUSE HE ABSOLUTELY WOULD NOT BE ANYTHING LIKE THAT.

you know his backstory right??? you know his trauma right??? how he was physically, mentally, and sexually abused right??? and we all can assume the number of walls this man has built around himself is astronomical RIGHT???

which is why there is no way on god’s green earth that i believe simon could ever be that cruel with his lover. like, EVER. you broke down every barrier he had, proved every bad thought and insecurity wrong, made him feel strong without his barriers. after that, he wouldn’t be able to even lift a finger against you.

once simon is yours, he is YOURS. there is no question about it, no second thoughts. you fought this hard for him, so he’s giving it all to you. he would never actively try to hurt you. how could he even think of ruining his own piece of heaven?

to me, he isn’t a “i’ll burn the world down for you” kinda guy. he’s a “the world could be burning, and i would still choose you” kinda guy. you’re his ride or die. if he were dying, he would want it to be with his head in your lap, your fingers in his hair, and the only thing in sight being your smile.

and that isn’t to say simon’s a saint. you most definitely still get his sarcasm and dark humor to the MAX, but you get so much more as well. you get his laughter, his gentle touch, his whispers of adoration. you get his back to you as you spoon him from behind, because he’d built a habit of never turning his back to someone. you get to rub moisturizer on his scars, you get to wash away the black paint on his eyes and kiss his weary face whenever he returns from a long mission.

in no life— this or the next— could simon riley ever be cruel to his lover.

but if you asked Ghost for it? completely different story.

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'You Shouldn't Be Here'

In which Harry finds his lover in his place of work. Please don't judge spelling errors too hard, I'm dyslexic and trying my best, I'm also not british or from europe, please correct or give tips for anything grammar related to it a bit more accurate! this isn't based on Atyd, the books, or any other fics just something of my own, if it does remind you of a fic or something please lmk I'd love to read it!

TW: Cuts, injuries, hospital, stitches, blood (I suck at dialogue so let's ignore that) this is not proofread!!

The fluorescent lights above me flicker ever so slightly, machines beeping all around me, the cloth pressed firmly against my wrist collecting the drops of seemingly endless blood flowing out of it, turning the previously white washcloth and maroon red. The clock hits 11 at night, feet patter against the floor of the room surrounding me, my eyes fluttering around desperately hoping to find someone who can help, anyone but him, anyone but Harry. Finally, i connect eyes with someone who then makes their way over to my side...

"What happened here?" They lead me to a bed, white sheets tucked tightly against it.

"Slipped and cut myself, pretty deep too" I slowly remove the damp cloth, revealing the glittering red that drenches my arm. "Got it cleaned up as much as i could before i came here, thought it woulda stopped by now, seems to be deeper than i orignally thought."

"I'll get everything i need to get you cleaned and stitched up, I'll be right back!" She leaves.

Alone. Yet again, eyes now frantically searching this time in hopes of seeing harry, not him seeing me. After a few minutes i give up my searching, not noticing his gaze staring me down from outside the door, eyes filled with fear, unsure of who hes staring at. He practically races in as the previous nurse sits down beside me again.

"Joans..." He breathes out "You're needed in the ICU..." He lies "I'll take over here for ya" He stares me down throughout all of his words.

My previous nurse, joans, assures me im in good hands and leaves. Harry yanks the curtain closed behind her and drops to the stool she left behind.

"You aren't supposed to be here, you should never be here, not like this" He examines the cut, "Why didn't you call me, love? What happened?"

"I fell, didn't want to stress you out over a small cut..."

"Oh y/n darling..." He looks up at me with soft eyes "I think you stressed me out more when i saw you sitting here covered in blood without a clue of what was wrong" He preps the wound for stitches

"Can you hold my hand and do the stitches at the same time?" I laugh out.

He smiles, "I wish i could baby, but if i'm gonna do it right i need both hands" He rubs my arm gently before numbing my arm, "This shouldn't hurt, ok? Let me know if you can feel it, alright?"

I nod, closing my eyes tightly, tears already forming glossing them over. A few minutes pass before i finally feel harrys calloused hands agaisnt my face.

"Look at me love, you're all done, you did wonderful" My eyes flutter open meeting his green ones, i glance down at my arm to see it already wrapped and bandaged.

"i didn't feel a thing"

"I could tell, thought ya fell asleep or passed out on me for a minute there..."

I smile up at him, my eyes drowsy, "Is your shift over yet?"

"It's been over for about thrity minutes now, sweetheart" I glance at the clock, showing 11:30.

"Can we go home then? I'm quite tired and dinner is probably cold by now..."

"Whatever you want, love...Whatever you want"

He helps me out of the white clothed bed, the sheets now crinkled and loose. the sounds having overwhelmed my mind before no longer seem as prominent, all that matters is he's with me and we're going home. To our home.

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I am making so many “hey mutuals!” posts but this one is serious and it applies to everyone who sees this post actually. PLEASE REBLOG.

I just had to block someone with this flag as their pfp -

For those who don’t know, this is the MAP pride flag. This flag represents pedophiles.

Please reblog so people know that they are not welcome anywhere. Mutuals I BETTER see y’all reblogging this

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The Flower and The Star

In which the Flower comforts the star. (Please don't judge spelling errors too hard, I'm dyslexic and trying my best) this isn't based on Atyd, the books, or any other fanfiction literally just something that I think about consistently, if it does remind you of a fic or something please lmk I'd love to read it! TW: abuse, bruises, scars, family issues, crying, smoking Gender-fluid Sirius bc that's the way I see them <3 (I also suck at dialogue so let's ignore that) this is not proofread

The clock chimes once again, marking the final hour of the day. The most dreadful day. They were very different people in the same household, who would whisper in French across the tables so that nobody else could understand, different class houses, different friends, different minds, different bruises, different scars, yet the same creators. The Black brothers went from passing secret notes and meeting in the dark halls not returning until one face was drenched in tears and the other shirt was soaked through on the shoulder, the brothers that made sure to speak daily returned from the winter break, the younger of the two covered in more bruises and fresh scars than usual, the other a new sense of relief floating wherever he goes. Neither speaking or looking at the other. Regulus couldn't spare Sirius a glance without almost shedding tears, sirius couldn't think about Regulus without feeling like a failing traitor who had broken a promise he swore to keep. The fire crackles, lighting Sirius' face, glistening against the tears soaking into his skin. The portrait creaks as the auburn-haired flower strides into the room, bag on shoulder books in hand, her shoes clicking against the floor, Sirius hiding from her line of sight as long as possible, a quiet chime of his ring tapping the floor captures her attention immediately.

"Sirius? What're you doing down there hun?"

Their hands slide across their face in attempt to hide the tears before smiling up at Lily, the flower.

"Oh, nothing for you to bother with. Just a long day..."

Her books slide into her bag as she drops them to the couch stepping towards him and kneeling beside him, falling slightly to the side as she sits. Her arms slide around their shoulders, wrapping him tightly against her. No words need to be shared anymore, her understanding ringing through Sirius' mind. Sirius left his brother, Lily's sister practically disowned her, Sirius' other shot nasty words at them, and Lily's sister mails her letters regarding her disgust towards her. Very different situations yet still a strong understanding between the two. Both would kill for their siblings, yet would their siblings do the same? Does it really matter as long as they have each other? Everyone knows James and Sirius' widely known mischievous brotherly love for one another. They know James' unnerving never-ending love for the tired Lily. But how many people know of Sirius and Lily's love for one another? Do they know how far they'd go for one another? James and his family welcomed Sirius into their home and offered to adopt them, called them their kid.

But Lily? You'd have to kill her before she admitted to it, but when she found out Sirius's home life, saw their scars? She showed up at the house. Left a package full of the marauder's tricks with Kreacher along with a note, calling Walburga a disappointment, calling her a pitiful bitch for even daring to harm Sirius, and informing her that if it ever happened again that it wouldn't just be a box she'd be receiving, it'd be a whole damn army. She spoke to Regulus and explained how much it hurt Sirius to leave without him, explained how Sirius would've taken him in a heartbeat if it wasn't so impulsive and dangerous.

Sirius on the other hand? he found petunia, and spoke to her, not in a very friendly way either. Warned Petunia of the mischief that he wasn't afraid of getting into, let her know just how many people were willing to swing for Lily. Informed her that all the things the marauders got into at school weren't just for the kids at school and that they'd gladly send her a few things that would shut her mouth and keep it like that if she didn't do it herself.

We all know James and Sirius. Everyone knows Lily and Remus. But I think its time we heard about Lily and Sirius more. How much does he know about her secret relationship? How much does she know about his secrets? James would fight til death for Sirius, but could he follow through with the kill? Our precious little flower though? No hesitation in threatening the people that want to kill her and others like her. She'd say fuck magic and shoot anyone that hurts Sirius on the spot.