Sirius is an aggressive drunk (he'd love bar fights)
Peter is a giggly drunk (he'd film said bar fights)
Remus is a horny drunk (he'd find a bloody-nosed Sirius hot)
James just really wants to dance
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screaming and crying and throwing up
Bls I've just woken up
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*I worship you Tumblr don’t remove it
Despite being an expert lock picker, Chilchuck looks down on theft, mainly due to he considers it an unsustainable income, but also because he dislikes how society views halflings and doesn’t want to feed into stereotypes.
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when drivers sigh on the top step
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Your last two moshang posts for some reason give me the impression of SQH saying "Late night talks with 💙✨the Wife✨💙", "On a side-quest with 🤍💞the Wife💞🤍" like he's some besotted dude posting date photos on social media x)
omggg bahahahah that's so cute wait
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@jegulus-microfic / more / 272 words / @fromagony @star4daisy
Sirius had been standing for five minutes outside his own dorm trying to figure out if opening the door would be something he would regret for the rest of his life. He could hear James and Regulus talking, he could even understand what they were saying.
“James, I want more,” his brother insisted with a pouting voice.
“Regulus, you’re getting greedy,” James said and Sirius could hear his best friend smirking.
“I will let you know when it’s enough, Jamie.”
“Last time you couldn’t even move after you finished.” Sirius felt sick.
“I don’t care about that. I want more now.”
Sirius couldn’t take it anymore and opened the door at once.
“Stop!” Sirius demanded loudly with one hand covering his eyes.
“Pads, what are you doing?” James said, laughing at him.
Slowly, Sirius opened his eyes and saw through his finger.
“Oh.”
Regulus and James were sitting on the floor over a blanket, each with a plate full of pasta in front of them. James was holding a cheese grater over Regulus’ dish.
“Everything okay, brother?”
“I thought- What were you guys talking about?” Sirius asked, still trying to ground himself.
“My boyfriend over here conveniently forgets he’s lactose intolerant when it comes to parmesan cheese.”
“Oh! That’s why he couldn’t move after he finished…” Sirius muttered to himself. However, not quietly enough to keep Regulus from hearing him and burst out in laughter.
“You’re a perv! Now leave, because I do have plans to do exactly what you were thinking about.” Regulus stood up and pushed him out the door.
Sirius did not wait to listen to them this time.
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