Draco Malfoy’s Instagram

Alex remembers it in vivid detail: himself at eighteen, dispatched to Rio with June and Nora, the campaign’s delegation to the summer games, one weekend of photo ops and selling the “next generation of global cooperation” image. Alex spent most of it drinking caipirinhas and subsequently throwing caipirinhas up behind Olympic venues. And he remembers, down to the Union Jack on Henry’s anorak, the first time they met.

Henry sighs. “Is that the time you threatened to push me into the Thames?” “No,” Alex says. “It was the time you were a condescending prick at the diving finals. You really don’t remember?” “Remind me?”

Friendly reminder that Alex Claremont- Diaz is the moment.

But like,

Someone check upon my boy Henry

TAYLOR SWIFT WROTE “PARIS” FOR ALEX AND HENRY!

The angst! The love! Not “seeing the news”, stumble down pretend alleyways (Prince consort road:(), THE REFERENCE TO WHEN THEY WERE IN PARIS. THE CONTINUOUS REFERENCES TO WANTING PRIVACY

Tell me this is not them..

I'm so in love that I might stop breathing Drew a map on your bedroom ceiling No, I didn't see the news 'Cause we were somewhere else Stumble down pretend alleyways Cheap wine, make believe it's champagne I was taken by the view Like we were in Paris

Privacy sign on the door And on my page and on the whole world Romance is not dead If you keep it just yours

Let the only flashing lights Be the tower at midnight

I expect to see this song on every firstprince playlist.

Hello my friend 🌺

I hope Iwill not bother you 🥹

Can you help me? My husband is a martyr and I have no shelter. I and my daughter want to survive this barbaric war taking place in Gaza

Please help my family by donating or reblog my campaign is going very slowly

Wishing you the best darling. Everyone please go support and reblog.

Wolfstar Fetishizing

Let’s talk about it! Let’s talk about how the fandom has this warped, fetishizing of wolfstar and if anyone disagrees with them, they’re evil.

Top and Bottom are not personality traits. Top doesn’t always mean actually on top/dominant and bottom doesn’t mean quiet submissive toy. 

People don’t even know what they are talking about. TOP AND BOTTOM ARE NOT PERSONALITY TRAITS.

This whole bottom sirius and talllll  (even tho Sirius is the one literally described as tall in the books) top remus thing is honestly disgusting because it’s done in a fetishizing way.

Remus’ trauma as a werewolf is weaponized and Sirius is lowered down to a glittery puppy (with NO canon evidence)

If you write smut and think remus is top and Sirius is bottom, that’s fine.

If you think Sirius is top and Remus is bottom, that’s fine too 

What’s not okay is to turn them into walking (extremely harmful) gay stereotypes.

It’s disgusting and weird. Stop. Please.

pov: You Live In An Old Castle With The Ghost Of The Woman You Loved.

I always see in Slytherin aesthetics+hc’s+tropes about not showing emotion and being cold and calculating. They are stereotyped as these unfeeling people Slytherin’s are genuinely the most emotional people in the whole series????

- Draco Malfoy literally threw tantrums and showed fear so openly??

- Snape wasn’t good, but he was mean and snarky. Not unfeeling.

- Bellatrix Lestrange literally cried, screamed, shrieked like a sociopath. She was so driven by her emotions.

- Slughorn was jolly and laughing all the time.

Slytherins are not cold and hard, they are the characters that feel so much.

In the song, ”Achilles Come Down.,” there’s a verse that says

“You crave the applause yet hate the attention.”

And this resonated with me so deeply but I didn’t really get the meaning. But then,

I hate attention but I love validation.

which I feel so many people can relate.

Can we take a minute to acknowledge the fact that Kaz doesn’t even doubt for a freaking s e c o n d that it was Inej that led to them being found out by Rollins..

He doubts Nina and Matthias, Wylan and Jesper. Kaz Brekker, literal bastard of the barrel, even doubts himself but never Inej.

That’s how much he believes in her skills.

That’s how much he believes in her.

Sirius as Achilles, Remus as Patroclus.

That’s it. That’s the tweet.

The angst tho.

I’m sorry for this.

“"The knowledge rushes up in Sirius, choking off breath. A scream comes, tearing its way out. And then another, and another. He seizes his hair in his hands and yanks it from his head. Black strands fall onto the bloody corpse. Remus, he says, Remus. Remus. Over and over until it is sound only... He holds me so tightly I can feel the faint beat of his chest, like the wings of a moth. An echo, the last bit of spirit still tethered to my body. A torment." 

“When I am dead, I charge you to mingle our ashes and bury us together.” 

- Song of Achilles + me not putting my laptop down.

I’m sorry for this.

Sirius Black Faces the Woes of a High School Crush (part 3)

Part 2:

https://www.tumblr.com/prosepoetryanddrama/753691551217090560/sirius-black-faces-the-woes-of-a-high-school-crush?source=share

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“What the actual fuck?” Were the first words out of Sirius’s mouth as he stared at the scene in front of him. 

On the floor of the dreaded closet sat, as expected, a panicked Remus with a torn banner, but also a gruesome demonic entity, by the name of Benjy. Fucking. Fenwick. 

The roach had his grimy hand against Remus’s shoulder, with a sympathetic frown on his face, and Sirius wanted to break his fingers.

Remus looked up at the sound of his voice and stared blankly at him, although Sirius noted a slight blush spread across his, already rosy, cheeks. “Oh, it’s you, Black” 

“Uh, appears so.” Sirius spoke. ever so eloquently.

“What are you doing here?” Benjy interrupted. 

“Just taking a stroll, Fenwick,” Sirius said, inserting as much casualness into his voice as he could.

“A stroll? To the closet? At the opposite end of the entrance?” Benjy responded.

Sirius huffed, choosing to simply ignore his inferior presence.

”What happened here?” Sirius asked, directing his question to Remus, attempting to get back on script.

Remus looked at him, “We’re fucked,” he said simply.  

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That was how he found himself spending his afternoon, helping Benjy fucking Fenwick fix a useless banner, like a loser. Though, Remus’s soft, warm hands pressed into Sirius’s fingers when he passed him glue and other such things, as they sat on the floor, that fucking banner spread out in front of them, did help ease the frustration. 

His frustration did not stay at bay long though, rearing it’s ugly head every time that Fenwick breathed in his, or Remus’s direction. 

They did in fact go to the glossy, modern cafe across the street, and Sirius had almost trampled over Benjy to pay for Remus. 

Remus, forever stubborn, had looked up at him with a frown, “Black, no. I can pay for myself.” 

Sirius, of course, had ignored him. 

It was actually quite pleasant, regardless of the roach. To sit in the high-back leather chair across from Remus, with Remus leaning in closer to hear Sirius’s ramblings. He had at least improved in that aspect. The few, although stilted, interactions he had with Remus, had finally gotten Sirius to smooth himself out in his presence. 

They had chatted about, of course, the damn banner, with Benjy pitching in like an annoying squirrel every five seconds, but they had indeed chatted.

Sirius figured that he should just take the win. How the mighty have fallen. 

Every time that Sirius attempted to steer the conversation with Remus into non-banner related, Benjy was quick to insert himself. 

Sirius was contemplating getting Peter to frame him with drugs. 

This was unlike Sirius, who although, did get revenge for every petty thing, did not get riled up this quickly. He was the picture of perfection, and he knew it. So why was he getting that jealous itch every time he looked at Remus and Benjy? Fenwick did not hold a candle to Sirius, and Sirius knew it. 

It simply grated on Sirius every time that Benjy casually bumped up against Remus, or flippantly pushed his shoulder with a laugh, like they were old friends, when Sirius, who was not a stalker and simply just had sources, knew that they were not.

Sirius, would never take any touch of Remus’s for granted, he thought to himself, as he lay in his bed, ladden in fresh silk sheets, courtesy of Kreacher, the maid, that night. If Sirius ever pressed his shoulder against Remus, he would bury his head in his neck and kiss that one mole on his neck that, Sirius had spent countless Calculus classes staring at. If Sirius had an opportunity to have his hands on Remus, he would only bring him closer, and never push him away. 

He wanted so badly to know this boy, although Sirius, deep in his heart, a place he would never say outloud,  felt as if, on an intrinsic, human level, he already knew him.

“Have I met you before?Had I once known you?” He thought to himself miserably as longing overtook him.

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The next morning at school as Sirius stared at the back of Remus’s golden locks, he thought to himself, “I could love you forever if you just let me.”

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It truly was not just a simple appreciation of looks when it came to Sirius’s feelings for Remus. Despite their lack of actual words, and well, any sort of relationship, Sirius probably knew more about the boy named Remus Lupin, than Remus himself did. Which of course, he knew from his sixth sense, and not any sort of stalking, because Sirius was much above that.

He knew that underneath his golden-boy, snotty image, he was mischievous and snarky, that he was the one who had once pulled that prank, in the first week of school, that was still being attributed to James and Sirius. But he was also kind, the type of kind that bent down to hug shaking freshman and guide them to their classes. Sirius knew that Remus prefered to stay within himself, only really conversing with a small group of people, but would rise to the challenge the minute, anyone insulted his friends. Sirius had a vague memory of that time that Remus, spewing foul French, had smacked Avery across the face for shoving Evans. He was strong, but warm, and lovely, and he wanted Remus to also, finally know him.

He wanted Remus to care about him. To know that Sirius loved the smell of Remus’s sweet chamomile tea, but personally, only drank coffee without milk. To know all the facets and sides of him, both carefully cruel and sniping at times, but also painfully tender and someone who loved ever so deeply with all his heart. 

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By the next Student Council meeting a few days later, Sirius had refilled himself with motivation and a type of unrelenting drive that only came from having Walburga Black as a mother and warden. 

Yes, there had been a few setbacks, one or twice or thrice, but technically, Sirius had not fucked anything up, yet at least.

Taking a last bite of the pesto sandwich he had gotten from the Kitchens, he schooled his face into a picture of confidence before peeking in the room.

Remus, looking splendid in a wool sweater, sat in a blue plastic chair close to the table, his body bent forward, his chin on his hands. 

“So, now that whole banner problem has been solved, by my help, do you have anyone picked out as a date for the prom?” Sirius said smoothly, sliding into the seat beside Remus, and immediately breathing in that cinnamon scent.

Remus looked up, his big, brown eyes peering curiously at Sirius. “No, not yet.” He shared.

Taking his chin off his hands, he continued, “I’ve just been so busy with the setup and supplies and a hundred other things. I haven’t really thought about it.”

Remus opened his mouth as if to continue his sentence, but nothing came out. He simply stared hard at Sirius for a second before his eyes lightened. 

“Do you, uh, have a date”? Remus asked. 

“Actually! I was-“ Sirius was cut off by the doors opening and the rest of the Council poured in. He groaned quietly as he slinked back into his seat. Remus too, after another odd, long glance at Sirius, somewhere below his eyes, turned away and began flipping through his notes before clearing his throat and beginning the meeting. 

Sirius glumly thought to himself that there truly was some cosmic force in the universe working against him.

As some dark haired bloke went off about prom dress code rules, Sirius heard a snicker from his left. He turned his head, and saw Remus’s, and James’, favourite redhead, Lily Evans, smirking at him. 

“What?” he mouthed quietly to her. 

“Pathetic,” she mouthed back, discreetly pointing at him with one hand, then pointing at Remus, who’s eyes were still dutifully trained on the room’s speaker. 

He flipped her a finger, fuming. Yes, he had not exactly been the most discreet at staring longingly at Remus, but what did Lily Evans know? He then ignored her for the rest of the meeting.

The scrape of chairs broke the tension, as the meeting ended. Before Sirius could blink, Lily quickly grabbed his arm and pulled him out of the room, into the alcove right outside the room, just about hidden from view.

“Evans, what the hell!” He scowled, pulling his arm away. “No offence, but I’m not interested in a secret tryst with you.” 

"I want a tryst with your best friend, " he thought.

She snorted. “As if, Black.” She shook her head, before drawling out, “Remus.”

Sirius crossed his muscular arms over his chest, waiting for her to continue.

She shook her head, “You’re obviously into him. Watching you pine like some Romeo has been literally painful to watch.”

Sirius leaned his head against the wall, and looked down at her. “Did you pull me aside like some secret lover just to tell me that, or are you planning to help me?”

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Yayy! Finally some dialogue between our two main stars.

@dumbass-gryffindor1960