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or yk potter, to James, to Jamie (depending if u like that)

or sirius' little brother to Regulus to reggie

In every Jegulus fic there is a moment where James goes from “Potter” to “James”

This is adored and loved and I eat up every second of it.

In every Jegulus fic there is a moment where Regulus goes from “Sirius’ little brother” to “Regulus”

This should be talked about more and celebrated! I eat it up every time.

I mean ofc they would who wouldn't

rosekiller have each other’s mugshots in their wallets

REAL OML THEY'RE SO UNCOMFORTABLE 😭😭

I hate the dentist,

Lemme go over why:

Those stupid fucking metal thingies they use to scrap your teeth, istg it fucking makes me want to bang my head into a wall. Not to mention they always put the water too far back in my throat and then I almost gag- they put almost all the stuff too far back in my mouth, I can barely handle brushing my teeth without gagging violently what makes them think I can handle this weird air sucky thingy farther back? 🤨

The X-rays hurt, I’m not exaggerating here, it hurts to bite down in it especially the ones alongside the side of your tooth, the scanner with the little fucking wings. You know what I mean right? RIGHT? RIGHT. YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN RIGHT?

Once when I was like 8ish I think, THEY FUCKING PULLED OUT ONE OF MY TEETH WITH FUCKING PLIARS, I’M NOT JOKING THOSE THING—A-MAJOBS LOOKED LIKE PLIARS, LIKE MECHANICAL PLIARS, PLS TELL ME I DONT SEEM CRAZY IT HURTS AND I CRIED AND THE BITCH FUCKING WENT “Ah 😀 no 👎🏼 I cannot treat crying 😢 people 😀👍-“ INTENSE BOMBASTIC SIDE EYE WHAT. (I don’t even know if I spelt pliars right)

And then today I was there, this lady was sticking the cherry flavored cleany gel thingy (pls don’t call me crazy I don’t know what it’s called) at the back of my teeth with the spinny thingy that goes around your teeth like the damn drill, I have gotten cacti it’s removed and they hurt less then whatever the fuck that spinny cleany toothbrush looking ass bitch is called.

Concluded, I hate going to dentist.

I would eat these up

“I have nothing to hide” Asks

(For those daring enough to reblog)

1. What are 4 tabs that you have open on your browser right now?

2. Have you ever thought about seriously harming someone?

3. How are you feeling emotionally right now?   

4. What type of place(Like building) are you in right now?       

5. Does anyone know your deepest, darkest secret?

6. Have you ever tried to feign mental illness for personal gain?

7. Do you have any enemies?

8. Do you have any people you only pretend to like?

9. What is one item that you never let anyone besides yourself look at or in?

10. Do you have any talents that people say you have but you don’t believe you actually have?

11. Something you like that other people generally do not like?

12. Are you a Virgin?  

13. Is there anyone that your grandma would hate that you are subscribed to on youtube?

14. Introvert or extrovert?

15. What is the most used application on your device?

16. How much fan fiction have you actually read?

17. Worst Fears?

18. Biggest mistake you’ve ever made?

19. Worst lie you’ve ever told?

20. Do you consider yourself a trustworthy person?

Hand it over buddy

Wolfstar 👀

Or moonseeker if you're into that

Marylily

idk either to start cackling bc they're my babies or sobbing bc they're my babies

Love - @black-brothers-microfic - wc: 534 - Starchaser

James says I love you like it’s his second nature.

He says it when he hangs up the phone with Sirius. When Lily hands him his coffee. When Remus fixes his collar before a meeting. When Marlene passes him a pen. He even says it to Peter when he remembers to order extra fries with his lunch.

Regulus has noticed.

More importantly, he’s noticed that James has never said it to him.

It shouldn’t bother him. He shouldn’t care. He’s not the kind of person who expects grand displays of affection or casually tossed I-love-yous. But James is. And yet, with him, James never says it.

And it’s driving Regulus insane.

At first, he tries to justify it. Maybe James just doesn’t say it to boyfriends. Maybe romantic love is different. But that theory dies a miserable death when James shouts “Love you, mate!” over his shoulder at the barista who gets his order right.

So that leaves only one conclusion:

James doesn’t love him.

Oh, he likes him. He kisses him. He holds him at night. He reaches for him first thing in the morning. But he doesn’t love him. Not the way Regulus wants him to.

Regulus wants to be okay with that.

He’s not.

So one night, after spending way too long lying awake staring at the ceiling, Regulus decides he’s just going to say it. Not because he expects anything in return, but because he wants to. Because if James isn’t in love with him, that doesn’t mean Regulus isn’t utterly, helplessly in love with him.

So the next morning, when James is still warm and half-asleep next to him, Regulus gathers his courage and says, “I love you.”

James goes still.

Regulus expected that. He expected a slow blink, maybe an awkward exhale. A thank you, maybe, if James was feeling particularly cruel. He did not expect James’ face to crumple as he lets out a choked breath and buries his face in his hands.

Regulus panics. “James—”

James surges forward, pulling Regulus into a crushing hug, and that’s when Regulus realizes—he’s crying.

“Jamie, what—”

“I love you,” James gasps against his neck. “I love you so much, I—fuck, I’ve been so scared.”

Regulus goes stiff. Scared?

James pulls back, rubbing at his eyes, failing miserably at stopping the tears. “I wanted to say it, I did. But it’s—fuck, it’s you, Reg. It matters with you. And I was scared, because no one’s ever—” He cuts himself off with a wet laugh, dragging a shaky hand through his hair. “No one’s ever loved me back before.”

Regulus stares. Then promptly bursts into tears.

Because of course James loves him. Of course he was just being an absolute idiot about it.

James makes a wounded noise before wrapping him up again, and they fall into a mess of limbs, choked sobs, and pure, unfiltered relief.

They take turns babbling I love yous between sniffles, hands clinging desperately, neither one letting go.

And when they finally pull apart, noses red, eyes puffy, James looks at Regulus like he’s something precious. Like he’s something James never thought he’d have.

“I love you,” James says, and this time, it’s everything.

Author notes: This is loosely based off a text post I saw. @leeny-leens @accio-sriracha @rosiesangel

10 yr old me had to see the horrors of society and its left me scarred (its been yrs)

I’ve been 18+ since I was ten

yummy

Dead gay wizards from the 70s