Toxic Prongsfoot Bfs Where Sirius Never Feels Insecure Ever (cuz He’s Better Than Everyone, Duh) Except

lesbian dating pool be like “shes best friends with a girl you dated (who you’re also still friends with, because of course) but shes also not over her long-distance ex-situationship” and were just supposed to live in these conditions????

here’s lesbian luke, cuz he was serving femme realness in those chanel boots

dinluke is butchfemme spread the word !!

Star Wars Episode III: Revenge of The Dykes

happy lesbian visibility week; i made obiwan and anakin butch

becoming an adult is weird

one day in June you will go to a cafe and think to yourself “the chicken mango sandwich sounds great” then you’ll stand there for ten minutes thinking what the fuck???

Do not pity the dead Harry, pity the living, and above all, pity those who believe that Sirius Black was short, stupid, overly dramatic, obsessed with his looks, weepy, couldn't perform regular functions without help, and needed to be protected by his boyfriend

i am so in love with taissa turner, she’s actually the realest yellowjacket

mean femmes FTW

narcissa black malfoy and lily evans potter.

so similar.

both sisters. both wives. both mothers.

yet different.

narcissa who grew up knowing the importance of family. blood is thicker than water and words are shaper than knives. narcissa who never cared much for being a daughter but wore her role as sister proudly. she looked up to them. she learned from them—what to do and what not to do.

lily who was a sister only in name. who hated spending time at home when her real family had never lived there or even stepped foot in her neighborhood. lily who found solace in school and magic, far away from anyone related to her.

self perseverance is in narcissa’s nature. she never acts until necessary. never stands out or speaks up. and she survives because of it.

lily had never liked being quiet and refused to do so when her friends’ lives are at stake. lily who refused the most powerful dark wizard in britain thrice and lost her life for it.

two women who would do it all over again if it meant saving their sons.

my user should be read as Cowboy III

like i am third in my family with the name “Cowboy”

i come from a line of “Cowboy”s

(in name only, not occupation)

James didn’t want to take the shots Sirius offered him. His brain was already working at a solid 0.5 synapses per minute and alcohol would blur his thoughts even further.

He wanted to think on this. Puzzle it over, pull it apart, follow all his options around and around like they were the tiny footsteps on the Marauder’s Map.

Forget his whole plan, ignoring Sirius, kissing a random girl. Being straight.

Something much more important had entered his field of vision and he was locked in like a homing missile.

Sirius was gay. Why didn’t it click? Was it the plethora of mystery women he’d bragged about bagging? Or was it James’ own commitment to wallowing, to hunting something he could never achieve. His own marriage to the game, his own boredom of winning.

Would this change his plans? It didn’t have to, logically. But something deep down in James’ gut told him that this needed to change everything. He needed it to change everything.

He was thinking for too long, no doubt boring holes into Sirius’ forehead with his scrutinizing eyes and furrowed brows, and that wasn’t a nice way to react to your best friend coming out to you.

So James decided to be a good boy and take his shots.

“We don’t have to go anywhere.” he said, wiping smears of rum from his lips. “If you like it here, then so do I.”

Turns out the scary part wasn’t admitting to himself he was gay, or even telling his long term girlfriend. It was being gay, existing undeniably in a gay space, with his gay best friend that he was in love with standing in front of him, watery eyeliner framing his perfect eyes, biting his lip, buff arms hanging languidly from the liquor at his sides.

Sirius was simultaneously the most beautiful and horrifying thing he’d ever seen in his life.

And it was time to be a Gryffindoor.

James grabbed one of Sirius’ arms and swiveled them towards the dance floor, the disky-ball Sirius had mentioned sending stars twirling over everything.

He took a deep breath, letting the liquor cloud his whirling mind, letting it take the wheel. “Teach me,” he said. “How a bloke dances in a gay club.”

Sirius had gotten good at faking it. He’d gotten good at the smiles and the flirting and the hinting at women sharing his bed. He mentioned the clubs and changed the pronouns and he got good at it.

He got good at lying to James. He’d never wanted to be good at lying to James.

He’d gotten so good at it that when James and Lily broke up and James needed an outlet to “let loose” that he’d turned to Sirius and asked where he normally went.

And, of course, Sirius had given the name of the only bar he could think of.

One he hadn’t been to in a year, which could be in his best interest now as hopefully none of his old hookups would be there. But still.

He’d very much given the name of a gay bar to newly singly James Potter.

He debated calling in help but Remus wouldn’t understand the urgency. Had never understood why Sirius didn’t go out with it and tell James he was gay. James would understand, Remus was certain. It wouldn’t change anything.

But Remus didn’t know about the countless practice kisses. The times they’d share beds to stave off the cold. Didn’t know that the only reason James couldn’t see Sirius’ feelings was that he’d never thought them possible.

Sirius was a womanizer.

He’d carefully made sure James knew that. Believed that.

Because otherwise, his friend might see. Might see the arms thrown over shoulders, the lingering hugs, the blushes, the smile he couldn’t control at hearing Lily had finally left him.

Things that a straight best friend might get away with. Things that a queer friend wouldn’t.

But then he’d gone and given James the name of London’s number one gay night club.

And he was fucked.

Propaganda I'm not falling for:

Ravenclaw Emmeline

Slytherin Barty

Dumb twink Sirius

Forced/unwilling death eaters Regulus, Evan, and Barty

Pandora being a seer

Any of the Black family having a healthy relationship with each other (bar Alphard)

Alphard being a bad uncle to Andi or Sirius

Abusive father Barty Sr.

The slytherin skittles

JKR being a good person/right about anything

Cho Chang's name being Cho Chang