yess we love having a legacy đ
Remus Lupin uses the word âfuckâ like a comma
Is it just me that when I was younger I used to have little meltdowns because I could feel the bump of my sock when I walked
tysm for the tag ilysm
I personally disapprove
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haha thank you for the tag @wannabelilybriscoe! what a fun way to be exposed in public
I mean yeah... that checks out. not sure about the tumblr girlies, but I can live in hope :')
np tags: @livinginsunnyhell @a-pine-cone @moonymoom and anyone else who hasn't already done this and would like to!
'ao3 needs a like and dislike button'
what you need, my algorithm-rotten minded friend, is a grip
I cackled after reading this
firework - february 17 - jegulus - @taylorswiftmicrofic - word count: 362
"Oh fuck," Regulus mumbled, half-jogging toward his dorm room, his heart beating rapidly in his throat as he tried not to melt with embarrassment and terror. "Oh fuck." He slammed the door open, relieved to see that Dorcas and Pandora were there along with Evan and Barty. "Oh FUCK," he yelled, diving onto his bed and slamming his face into his pillow.
"Good day?" Pandora asked lightly from somewhere to his left, making him roll his eyes.
"I kissed James Potter," he answered, deciding to just bite the bullet.
The answering silence spoke volumes. After a few seconds, he raised his head to meet the shocked gazes of each of his friends before looking to Dorcas, who seemed almost ready to laugh.
"I kissed James Potter," he repeated, trying to digested the truth of the words. It still felt like a dream.
"Well shit," Barty mumbled, his voice low and impressed. "That's..."
"Are you okay? How did he react?" Pandora asked, seeming to have enough sense to think of the important questions. "How was it?"
But Regulus's mind was hazy. All he could think of was James's lips on his. The Gryffindor's hands moving to grab his waist, his own hands moving to tangle in James's hair. The way his heart had leapt with joy and want as James had pulled him even closer, as their tongues had tangled together, the heat of their skin and the warmth of their breath intermingling, both of them groaning with the contact.
He'd thought that his greatest fear was that James wouldn't want him. But after he'd melted into the older boy's embrace, after they'd both pulled back to breathe, after they'd pressed little kisses up each other's necks and James had murmured words into his ear that had made him whine...after they'd both said goodbye and waved to each other like love-struck idiots...he'd figured out there was something scarier than that: That James did want him, and that Regulus would fall head over heels.
He just wasn't sure how much he actually cared to stop himself from falling.
"It was like fireworks," he mumbled, touching his lips with his fingertips and smiling a bit.
Draco Malfoy this Draco Malfoy that ok but what about Barty Crouch Jr
"Dream" - Jegulus microfic @into-the-jeggyverse - 816 words
@abductedhiko
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Regulus was unable to accept that he was worthy of good things, that they came to him and they stuck around. Inside of him festered evil, cruelty, and so much of his parents that he was scared every time he opened his mouth, that whatever came out would be their words and their voices and not his. So why, why would James Potter, a boy who embodied the sun, who had so much warmth and love to give, who could have whoever he wanted; why would he want Regulus? Some part of him feared it was one big joke, one of the Maraudersâ pranks. He knew, rationally, that none of them would stoop so low, but it seemed more plausible to him than James Potter liking him.
âWhat are you thinking about, angel?â James asked.Â
Regulus, who was resting on Jamesâs chest, shook his head and buried his face deeper into his boyfriendâs t-shirt. His boyfriend. It didnât make sense. This was a dream. It was the only explanation, in Regulusâs mind.
âRegulus,â James whispered, hand moving up to card through the younger boyâs hair.
ââM fine,â Regulus said, not prepared to ever pull away from James.
James seemed to accept this, or at least accept that Regulus didnât want to talk. But that voice in Regulusâs head just kept on going, getting louder and louder, overwhelming every other sense.Â
âWhy do youâŚâ Regulus started, but his fear of vulnerability, of scaring James away, made him think better of it. âNevermind.â
âBaby, talk to me,â James pleaded gently, tilting Regulusâs head just enough that he could see his face.
âWhy do you like me?â Regulus asked quietly. âIâmâŚYou could have anyone.â
James was perfect. He was kind, considerate, smart, talented, angelic, beautiful. He was everything that Regulus wasnât. Regulus was⌠Regulus was mean and cruel and had to force genius upon himself. He wasnât naturally gifted in any way; he studied for hours trying to be half as smart as Barty or Sirius or James. And yes, he was second in his class, but he could never do it based on intelligence alone. And he wasnâtâŚhe wasnât handsome like James was. It was something he had almost come to terms with. Everyone in the school liked Sirius, thought he was handsome or funny or whatever. Regulus could never be any of those things, not without working for it. It was always meant to be as such; Sirius, the brightest star, and Regulus, always so far behind.
So, why had James chosen him? Him over smart and pretty Lily Evans, him over his brother, him over anyone else?
âBecause youâre the best person I know, Regulus,â James said, so honestly that Regulus thought he might be sick with it. âYouâre perfect. Youâre- Youâre funny, even when you donât mean to be. You remember every detail that people tell you about themselves. You act all guarded, but the second someone brings up a book you like or asks about what youâre reading, you have so much to say and so much excitement that you canât even hide it. I love everything about you, Reg. I love how stubborn you are and how kind you are, even though you try to keep walls around you by being mean. I love your hair, but this strand especially because it falls in your eyes and it annoys you, and the little pout on your face every time you canât get it to bend to your will makes me crazy. I love your eyes. I could spend the rest of my life just staring into your eyes and die thinking I accomplished everything I ever dreamed of doing. I love you, angel. You donât see it yet, but youâre so good. Youâre so perfect.â
Regulus had been making a list of protests as James spoke, up until the end. Up until, âI love youâ. Once those words had left his mouth, Regulus had forgotten his list. He had forgotten everything else that James had said.
âYou love me?â Regulus mumbled, quietly for fear that he had misheard.
âHow could I not?â James replied, suddenly seeming nervous.
In response, Regulus finally lifted his head and captured Jamesâs lips in an embarrassingly needy kiss that he had the dignity to feel at least a tiny bit ashamed of. This shame immediately dissipated when James responded by pulling one of Regulusâs legs over his lap so that he was straddling him, sitting up and grabbing his hips, his grip so tight yet so gentle.Â
âI love you,â Regulus said into the kiss. âSo much. Love you. Fuck. I love you.â
Those might have been the only three words spoken between them for the rest of the night, past moans and curses.Â
Regulus still had a very hard time accepting that good things came to him and stuck around. This was progress, though. He was getting there.
why was this actually rlly funny
i need jeans
do you ever have taylor swift takes that are so niche and pretentious that youâre like oh god even the freaks on tumblr arenât gonna like this
pleaaaase tell me I'm not the only one who's too scared to join smth if I'm not invited
no but like you could say that idk you love books or smth than its gonna be twisted to "so you hate movies?" LIKE I DIDNT SAY THAT??
can i just come on here again to say i hate twitter. like so fucking much. itâs actually the closest thing weâll get to experiencing virtual hell
I was so ahead of the curve, the curve became a sphere-- Chappell Roan my beloved
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