If Ya Hate Regulus Black Then Block The Frick Fracking Tag And Move On

sometimes I want to take my spine out and wring it like a goddamn towel

i have two moods

“i am youthful and childlike, full of joy and whimsy !! im YOUNG, i am not an old man”

and

“my fucking bones sound like pop rocks every time i stand. i am old and i have back problems and i should be put to rest already”

he would

james probably says “thank you god for this meal” before going down on regulus idk

I screamed/gasped after reading this

prompt: hate + grin | february 2nd + 9th | mature but not overly explicit | word count: 46 | @rosekillermicrofic

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"I hate you."

Evan groans, breath whooshing past his ear.

"Uh-huh," Barty says, fingers clenching around the sink. He meets Evan's eyes in the mirror with a wild grin. "Hate me a little harder, will you?"

Evan rolls his eyes but tightens his grip on Barty's hips, earning a moan.

"youre hesitating, love" but its James to regulus as he walks down the aisle

same nw

ok so I'm a hypocrite.

anyways-

he would

mine - @rosekillermicrofic - word count: 289

“Evan,” Pandora said slowly, pulling a worn-looking t-shirt out of the basket of clean laundry she was folding. “What is this?”

Evan looked up from his Nintendo Switch and eyed the shirt before looking back down. “That’s a shirt,” he mumbled, wincing as a loud womp-womp sound echoed from the speakers.

Pandora let out a loud sigh and resisted the urge to slap her brother over the head. “I know it’s a shirt, you idiot,” she replied. “But whose is it?”

“Not mine,” Evan responded, not even looking her way this time.

It was at this point that Pandora considered getting a new roommate. “Right,” she nodded, gritting her teeth. “Do you know who it might belong to?”

But before Evan could give another helpful response, the bathroom door opened, and Barty Crouch–dressed in only his boxers– walked out, looking extremely comfortable, especially considering he didn’t live there.

“Oh, that’s mine! Thanks, Pan!” he said happily, taking the shirt from her hand and pulling it on before grabbing a banana from the table and jumping onto the couch next to Evan.

Pressing her fingertips to the bridge of her nose, Pandora reminded herself that murder was currently illegal. “Barty. Why was your shirt in the washer? At a flat where you don’t even live?” she demanded.

“Because it was dirty,” he explained, looking at her like she was crazy.

“Do I want to know why?” she asked, already knowing she didn’t.

“Probably not, honestly,” Barty replied, grinning.

But Evan, still mashing at buttons on his Switch, piped up. “It got all stained last night when we were fu-”

But Pandora decided she had enough. “I’m going to Lily’s,” she interrupted, deciding she was probably never going to come back.

personally, smth related to the sun or his animagi

hello this is TOTALLY not connected to my tumblr rp AT ALL (lying)

but…if you were to have a james rp account what would you have his user as? (totally not asking so i can steal it)

ok bubye

I cannot believe people let Snape get the high ground.

How do people casually overlook the fact that Snape spent six entire years of his life telling a kid—who never even got the chance to know his father—that said father was an arrogant douchebag? Like, how do people think that behavior is normal?

Snape, a grown man, spent years trying to convince a grieving, orphaned child that his dead father—who literally died protecting his family—was a terrible person. No compassion for a man who gave his life for his wife and son. No sympathy for a kid who grew up abused, unloved, and completely alone, only learning about his parents through stories told by others.

Instead, Snape chose to rehash his teenage rivalry with James Potter by bullying his son. Imagine being so petty that you can’t move past your high school grudges, even when the other person has been dead for over a decade.

Even the coldest, most detached person would muster some respect for a man who died fighting for good. But Snape? No. He chose to sit on his high horse—ignoring the fact that he was once a Death Eater who only changed sides when his own personal interests were threatened—and still had the audacity to act morally superior to James.

James Potter died a hero. Snape, on the other hand, spent his life tormenting the child of the woman he claimed to love—while refusing to let go of a teenage rivalry and weaponizing it against a traumatized, grieving boy.

I cannot get over how utterly selfish and cruel that is. Snape had no empathy for the dead and no sympathy for the living. And people still try to defend him? Seriously?

WOAHHHHHHHH THATS- THATS- YES

feeling writing is when you start to write a jegulus story but use a lot of flowers and natural metaphors for regulus by james' perspective because he still has feelings/thinks he has feelings for Lily. But while writing the metaphors changes in astronomical ones and greek tragedies ones, because James started to feel for Regulus.

woah where did you find this

true Barty is a shit