Very Sorry To Everyone I Interact With In The Near Future Bc I Will Probably Act Like I'm High One Post

same nw

ok so I'm a hypocrite.

anyways-

wtf do dimples look like

labyrinth by taylor swift

@toooster @sweetest-thing-in-hell @arcadianstar27 @wisegirl42

ATTENTION

If you see this you are OBLIGATED to reblog w/ the song currently stuck in your head :)

tbh canon bitches could never we have better fanfics

"Fanon is better than canon!" I scream as I'm dragged back into the asylum

he would..

regulus black would be that one mf who could speak your native language better than you

<3

Reblog if you’d be okay if your friend came out as transgender

let’s see how many transphobics we can weed out

reaaalll

james cannot grow a beard. i’m sorry that man is so masculine in every other aspect but he cannot grow a beard for shit.

I strive for a friendship like this

Girl shit pt. 2

ok ow

"Have you seen my beautiful boy? Tell him I miss him"

dare i say if euphemia did outlive James

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