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saying fuck you to jkr isn't enough, I need to make her main character's dad have passionate, loving (and gay) sex with Sirius Black's brother, the character she wrote just to complicate the locket plot.

bonus points if we make either (or both) of them trans.

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evan and barty (real):

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RIP Remus Lupin, you would’ve loved saying “there goes my good old-fashioned lover boy” to Sirius every time he walked in your general direction

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The marauders reunited after The Battle of Hogwarts.

Sirius beat the shit out of Peter.

Remus cried in James' arms.

James forgived Peter notherless.

Sirius and Remus snogged.

In that order.

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I DONT UNDERSTAND HOOKUP CULTURE. DIE IN MY ARMS

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The younger generation at Grimmauld Place always know how much trouble they're in by exactly who gets middle-named.

One of the parents is yelling "Sirius Orion!" through the house? Must be a day ending in y. Same with Bellatrix Adhara.

Andromeda Venus and Narcissa Daphne are more rare to hear, but not unheard of. Everyone's a little wary on the rare occasions they get in trouble.

And if someone is yelling "Regulus Arcturus" everyone knows to run for the hills. Because Regulus never gets in trouble, so when he does it must be absolutely catastrophic.

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"He was a punk" "She did ballet" But it's Remus and Sirius.

IN. THAT. ORDER.

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head - @rosekillermicrofic - NSFW (slightly suggestive) - word count: 222

“Hey,” Regulus said softly, moving to sit by Barty in the hospital wing, looking over at Evan’s sleeping form. “How is he?”

“Fine,” Barty sighed, though he looked much paler than usual. “We got chewed out for stealing those brooms, but he’s not got any life-threatening injuries, so ol’ Sluggy will get over it.”

Regulus snorted. “Yeah, and I’m sure the chance to talk with your father will help.”

“He does like sticking his nose up my father’s arse,” the other boy agreed with a smirk.

“How high was he when he fell?” Regulus asked, scanning over Evan’s body, happy to see no signs of broken bones.

“Over a hundred feet,” Barty winced. “I cast a spell to slow the fall, though. Only one broken bone, Pomfrey mended it.”

“And how’s his head?” Regulus said, thinking of the last time he’d fallen and suffered a minor concussion.

Barty gave him a very confused look. “I mean…it’s spectacular. Best I’ve ever had, really. Why, d’you want lessons, or something?”

It took Regulus a long few seconds to figure out what Barty had thought he meant, and another few seconds to breathe through his nose and stop himself from screaming in horror. “His…I meant, did he hit his head, Bee,” he clarified, feeling the need to scrub his brain.

“Oh,” Barty grinned wryly. “Nah.”

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deadbeat daughter

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*starts laughing in marauders fan who's read Art Heist, Baby!*

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If that's not Regulus and Sirius idk what it is honestly

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You like me but not enough to give me thousands and thousands of fucking dollars

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Im a bit of an underground favorite on tumblr

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"Rosier is dead" his father states, and Barty's whole body goes still. He fights the grin on his face, tries to keep it neutral, not shed a tear as once again his father destroys all he had left.

Evan. His Evan. Dead.

Barty can't do anything else than think about the happiest time of his life, even if he didn't know it back then. Sneaking with Evan into empty classrooms and secret passages in all of Hogwarts, making the most of what they had in private, because that couldn't have been public. No. The house of Rosier wouldn't have allowed it. His father wouldn't either. So they kissed and hugged and caressed each other in the emptiness of their dorm room.

Because if someone knew, it was Regulus, and he gave them all the alone time he was able to, spending all of his time on the library instead of their room. Barty didn't have to ask, and Regulus did it anyway.

"Rosier is dead" his father says, and his whole world comes crumbling down as, for the second time, he loses the love of his life.

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the 1993 onwards productions of cabaret hit so much harder with the canonisation of cliff being queer. because he has everything to lose just like everybody else. staying in berlin means risking his own prosecution.

it makes sally’s refusal and insistence that they stay in berlin even worse. she’s in a position of privilege here where she can live in ignorance as her loved ones are prosecuted and possibly (likely) killed. and that includes cliff.

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I NEED A RIDE THE CYCLONE BOOK SO BAD

put your clothes back on were going to talk about how musicals are the best media to adapt books in cause its the only one that allows the characters to express their feelings and internal monologue as they do on page