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Imagine if Luna had a special power like Pandora.

Like if she could see through Poly- Juice potioned people , If she was in Goblet Of Fire it would’ve gone like this .

“Hey uncle Barty ”

“ No I’m Mad Eye Moody ”

“No you’re not you are my uncle Barty”

Later in his office …

“So Luna how’d you know”

“ I can see past Poly-Juice potion, Dad says I have a special ability just like mum ”

“ That’s right , It’s so nice to see you again .”

Then after she left he broke down in tears because she is all he has left of Pandora and the love of his life Evan .

I’ve seen some spectacular snark coming from the case of the dead CEO, but the one in response to the request for the public’s help in finding the culprit “Sorry, snitchs get stitches and that might not be covered by my insurance.” Is among the best.

I'm obsessed with the idea of Lily's period syncing with the full moon so for the week surrounding it she and Remus both just lay on opposite ends of the comfiest couch in the common room, eating chocolate and talking shit while their boyfriends wait on them hand and foot

Remus making Sirius massage his sore body while Lily makes James take hourly trips to the kitchens to get snacks and she uses Reg as a body pillow and he's like scowling and complaining the whole time like "I'm not even your boyfriend, James is just both of ours." but he doesn't actually try to get up

NO WHAT ABOUT TRANS REGGIE WHERE HIS SYNCS TOO

James frantically running around getting snacks and heating packs and making teas while Lily and Reg cuddle and Reg bitches at Sirius from the other end of the couch and Sirius bitches back while Lily and Remus read their own copies of the same book and talk about it over the brothers bickering

Reg stops every so often to give his own commentary on the book bc he's already read it

James returns from one trip to the kitchens to find Sirius about pulling his hair out while the other three are in a heated debate about which character is the best

Idk why but I find it extremely entertaining the idea that Regulus, even though incredibly intelligent, cannot for the life of him figure out muggle ‘magic’ tricks. How muggles achieve such things without any real magic is his life’s biggest mystery. What makes it even worse for Reg is that James is surprisingly talented at doing them and refuse to tell him how it’s done.

James using that to annoy his boyfriend in arguments like

Regulus: You are SO irresponsible! How could you……

James: *pulls out a deck of cards * Regulus: Don’t you dare

it’s 2025. you will never know peace, @derinthescarletpescatarian

“If I had time travel I’d kill Hitler” “If I had time travel I’d stop my favourite politician getting assassinated” you’re all thinking way too small. If I had time travel I’d stop Neil Armstrong and Buzz Aldrin from dying on the moon due to Soviet sabotage, kicking off the Great Nuclear War and devastating half of the planet.

reporter - @into-the-jeggyverse - wc: 651

“Mr. Black!”

Regulus froze.

He turned, shoulders drawn tight beneath his coat. A woman in sleek navy robes with a press badge clipped to her chest pushed past a half-hearted security ward with a quick flick of her wand.

She smiled. “Regulus Black, isn’t it? Mind if I ask you a few questions? Just a minute of your time—”

“I don’t do interviews,” Regulus said curtly, already stepping back.

“But the fans are dying to know more about the man behind the legend,” she pressed, stepping in his path. “What’s it like, being married to James Potter? Is he as wild at home as he is on the field?”

Regulus’ stomach twisted.

She laughed at her own innuendo. “Is he competitive? Messy? Or does he practice catching things around the house just for fun?”

He didn’t answer. He was trying to breathe—trying to remember how to breathe through the sudden thundering in his ears. He hated this. He hated being seen. He was never meant to be a public figure, even in marriage. James understood that. James promised.

But the woman wasn’t done.

“Come on, just one detail. Where’d you two meet? Is it true he chased you for years? Or that he proposed midair? Was it a Quidditch ball or a ring he tossed you first?”

Regulus flinched, like she’d thrown it at him now. The crowd behind them blurred—cheering, chanting, whistling, calling James’ name like he was a god.

He was going to throw up. Or hex someone.

And then like magic James appeared:

“Oi! That’s enough!”

The voice cut through everything. James.

Regulus turned, relief hitting like a gust of wind.

James was still in half his gear—pads undone, gloves hanging from one hand, hair a chaotic mess from the wind and the win. He was flushed with victory and still flying high, but the moment his eyes landed on Regulus, everything softened.

He didn’t even look at the reporter.

He walked straight to Regulus.

“Sorry,” he said, not even breathless, not even pretending. “My husband doesn’t give interviews. He barely gives me answers, and I’ve been trying for a decade.”

Regulus’ laugh was small, but real. He felt James’ fingers skim the back of his hand, the smallest touch. The only one he needed.

The reporter opened her mouth again, undeterred. “James, just one—”

James turned, all charm now sharpened to steel. “No.”

It wasn’t angry. It wasn’t loud. But it ended the conversation.

He reached for Regulus properly then, tugging him close by the waist, arm slung so securely it felt like armor.

“Let’s go home,” James murmured, forehead resting briefly against Regulus’ temple. “I left the champagne chilling and the bed unmade.”

Regulus didn’t reply. Just nodded. Let himself be led past the flash of cameras, the calls of teammates and fans. Let himself breathe again.

It was only once they were safely past the warded doors, walking the empty corridor toward the locker rooms, that he spoke.

“You unmade the bed on purpose.”

James grinned. “Of course I did.”

Regulus looked up at him, finally meeting his eyes. “I hate that they talk to me like that. I hate that they think being your husband means I owe them anything.”

James’ expression gentled. “You don’t. You never have. You know that, yeah?”

“I know,” Regulus murmured. “It’s just... overwhelming.”

James pulled him closer, walking slower now, dragging them both to a stop beside a bench.

He kissed Regulus’ cheek—soft, warm, grounding. “I play for the world,” he said. “But I fly for you. And I’d give up the whole damn stadium if it meant you never had to flinch again.”

Regulus rolled his eyes, but they were glassy. “You’re dramatic.”

James shrugged. “You married me anyway.”

A beat. Then Regulus said, “I’ll unmake the bed next time.”

James’ smile turned wicked. “That’s the sexiest thing you’ve ever said to me.”

romeo romeo

where the fuck is you, romeo

i fear that this is hilarious to us, but extremely concerning to anyone else lol

I saw this on 3dtwt

And she has a BOYFRIEND?!?

never thought about the implications of frederick not seeing annabeth for five years. imagine the last thing you have of your daughter is a broken window lock and an unmade bed with cobwebs hanging from the headboard. and then reuniting with her five years later. and she's a foot taller. and her hair once natural is now braided and upkept. and she learned how to tie her shoes without you. and wow do you even know your daughter? and then she turns to face you from across the field. and her eyes are still the stormy gray that you remember. except they're now calculating and cold. searching for the slightest sign of a threat. and your heart sinks to the bottom of your stomach. because look what you put your daughter through.

you dislike Luke Castellan because he disagreed with an oppressive government system and actually took action to change the abusive ways him and his peers have been forced to follow for millennia.

I dislike Luke Castellan because in the Titans Curse he manipulated Annabeth, who he raised as his little sister, into holding up the sky, the FUCKING sky, for over 20 hours and had the audacity to walk away as though he was completely apathetic towards it while she begged and pleaded with him to help her.

we are not the same.