SORRY my pradas at the CLEANERS. along with my hoodie and my fuck you flips-flops
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I. HATE. YEARNING.
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monologue help
hey!! does anyone know of any good monologues from plays or films that are non-gender specific or female for young teens (think 14-16)
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remus “fuck the french” lupin and sirius “if you insist” black
#incorrect marauders quotes#marauders fandom#marauders#wolfstar#sirius black#remus lupin#remus x sirius#french sirius black#atyd marauders#me too remus#british people hate the french
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decided to post a sketchbook spread of my new oc!!! he’s a cutie
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meanwhile regulus has extremely impure thoughts about james and will graphically describe them to evan
James has to stop himself every time he has an impure thought about Regulus because he feels so guilty and thinks he’s objectifying him
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James Potter may be a bully but have you considered that he’s also my princess
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love this so much man
I need a starchaser fanfic where James and Regulus end up going to bed drunk and the next day James wakes up with an amazing feeling and turns to see Regulus sitting in the armchair in his dorm and oh my Merlin is that a hickey on his neck?
And then James remembers the night before, how he started thinking about Lily and then his train of thought derailed with all that pale skin, the silver eyes darkened with desire, the dark hair messed up like James had never seen on Regulus, the warm and delicious blush that colored his face and went down his neck, making him almost edible. He remembers how Regulus chanted "James, James, James", so different from his usually cold "Potter"
But Regulus throws him out of the dorm after throwing his clothes at him and reiterates that the previous night was a mistake.
And now James can't forget any of this and talk about it to his friends and Sirius can't stand to hear his best friend/brother talk about his little brother like that anymore and Remus is having a great time telling everything to Regulus, who keeps glaring at him and telling him to shut up while trying to act like it didn't mean anything and acting cold to James again.
Lily can only watch the change in behavior and please, Moony, spill the beans, I need to know, it sounds like delicious gossip.
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NOOO MY SHAYLAAAA 😞😨😥😥😥… my shaylaaaa ☹️😣😣😔😖😖

he was so small :(
idea from my mootie on tt!!! @siriusandseverusgirl ♡ @buckysfavegirl
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Reading fanfiction isn't enough I need to make out with Lily Evans
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regulus “I will smother you in your sleep” black and James “I think he just offered to sit on my face” potter
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Just saw this tiktok about how annoying it must be for vampires to not lose their stuff and have it end up at a museum they walk into 100 years later.
Imagine, black brothers vampires but Sirius makes it a sport to hide Regulus' journals and letters and art work and 100 years later he walks into a galery seeing all his work being displayed as a rare collection by this historian who is kinda hot, but all he can think about is his smut drabbles being seen as art.
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ask - jegulus - @into-the-jeggyverse - word count: 620
“So. Who’re you all going to ask to the Ball?”
Regulus stared around the large group as Sirius’s question sank in. It had been strange that the two very opposite bunches of friends had collided, but what with Pandora and Lily, and Dorcas and Marlene both being couples, it had been a natural thing.
“I mean, it’s pretty obvious for most of us,” Dorcas replied, wrapping her arms around Marlene and grinning.
“Yes, I’m asking Pete,” Remus replied, grinning at Sirius’s affronted expression.
But it was James’s response that had Regulus’s stomach lurching. “I’m asking Regulus,” he said casually, ignoring the shocked looks from everyone, most of all Regulus.
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It became a Thing. Every time the Ball was brought up, James mentioned that he was going to ask him. It was ‘Yes, when I ask Regulus…’ or ‘After Regulus agrees to go with me…’ or ‘Regulus and I…’ It was driving Regulus absolutely insane, because he knew that James was joking. He could tell from the twinkling in his eyes, the mischief in his smile.
But to Regulus, it hurt. Because Merlin, he wanted it to be real. And the fact that he wanted that was mortifying.
Every time James brought it up, it was like a stab to the ribs. A kick to the gut. He tried to smile and laugh with the rest, but he wanted to cry, which was the scariest feeling he’d ever felt in his life. He hated feeling anything, and sadness? Longing? No, it was terrifying.
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One day, he snapped.
“So, I’ll pick up Reg at…maybe seven?” James was saying to Remus, who nodded along. “And then we’ll-”
“Stop!”
All eyes turned to him.
“Stop, James,” he mumbled, steeling himself to avoid the tears. “I know you’re not actually going to ask me, and it’s not funny anymore. I know the idea of someone fancying me is a joke to you, but you’re being a prick!”
And with that, he fled.
He assumed, of course, that the footsteps of the person following him belonged to Barty. But the hand that grabbed his shoulder was wider. Warmer.
“Regulus, please-”
“It’s fine, James,” he mumbled, still walking, trying to shake him off.
“Please listen.”
Annoyed, he turned. “What?” he demanded, gritting his teeth and giving James a death glare. “What do you want?”
The older boy looked as distraught as Regulus felt. “I want you to go to the Ball with me,” he answered softly. Regulus scoffed and began to turn but James continued. “No, really! I thought–I thought joking about it would like… get you used to the idea?” he smiled and shrugged self-consciously. “The idea that I fancy you, you know? That way, when I asked, you wouldn’t just…rip me to shreds on the spot.”
Regulus gaped. Could this really be genuine? His heart was hammering in his chest so loudly he could hardly hear James’s word.
“I get if you’re mad, it was kind of a shit move,” James said with another half-smile. “But..please don’t think I’d ever joke about you being…fanciable. Especially when I…Godric, I can’t even describe how much I fancy you,” he admitted, face turning pink.
Regulus swallowed, still shocked. “Well,” he breathed, trying not to shake, “unfortunately, the feeling is mutual,” he admitted with a frown.
It took James a moment to understand what he meant, and then he broke into a huge grin. “Y-yeah? So you’ll go with me to the Ball?”
But now, he’d regained some of his footing. “I never said that,” he replied lightly, smirking at the older boy. “You’ll have to see when I ask you.”
It was satisfying, he had to admit. Walking away and leaving a shocked, dazed-looking James Potter behind.
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