You Just Introduced Me To Something I Never Knew I Needed But I'm Going To Die Begging For Ohmygod

funniest part of act 3 is the entire montage where we see how fucking beautiful life without jayce and hextech are, how much happier and better everyone is for it. then cutting to jayce STRUGGLING for his life getting a karmic beatdown like yes. hell yeah.

when the fanfiction is so fucking devastating it has you clawing at your chest trying to remind yourself it's just fiction. but i still feel sick and i cant stop crying and everything hurts and aches because it hurt hit too close to home

canon sirius this canon sirius that canon sirius knew a man who canonically cross-dressed (even if for convenience) & did not bully him, did not mistreat him, did not approach the subject with malice or negativity. canon sirius said, verbatim, "if you want to know what a man's like, take a look at how he treats his inferiors, not his equals." canon sirius asked remus for forgiveness for not believing in the best of him. canon sirius instantly, without hesitation, forgave remus for believing in the worst of him. canon sirius expressed sympathy for barty crouch jr in regards to his father's neglect and entertained the possibility that barty may have been "in the wrong place at the wrong time" when discussing his crime. canon sirius, when he thought he would be a free man, immediately offered his godson a home and a place with him, even without being aware of the neglect his godson faced, even before he had a home to offer, and he did so by prefacing that he would understand if his godson didn't want to, making it clear he would not try to force him. canon sirius could be cruel, and insensitive, and vengeful, and obstinate—but that's not all he was. canon sirius could also be compassionate and sympathetic and forgiving and accepting. canon sirius was complex, and it goes both ways, in the direction of his faults as well as his virtues. btw.

the fact that sirius never fucking knew. never found out is so painful. no one else in that house cared enough to do anything about it, but sirius would have. he would've done everything in his power to keep reg safe, he genuinely believes he DID do everything to keep reg safe while he was there. their relationship deteriorated right as reg started needing him most and sirius started believing he didn't need him at all.

choices lucius malfoy is my biggest enemy

ohmygod my heart this is so beautiful

delicate - November 17 - jegulus - @taylorswiftmicrofic - word count: 163

He probably should've been upset. He'd been training for ages for this match, put every minute of his spare time into thinking of plays.

Not to mention, he and Regulus had been talking about it for weeks. Teasing each other about whose team was superior. Mumbling to each other in between heated kisses that the other would definitely be the loser, would have to spend the rest of their life living in shame.

But he wasn't upset at all.

Because as Regulus came running toward him, eyes bright and hair wild, the most stunning grin on his face that James had ever seen, James could only be happy for him.

And when the younger boy smiled cheekily and handed James the winning Golden Snitch, delicate gossamer wings fluttering gently in his hand while he said, "Caught this for you, Potter," James just pulled him in a kiss, happiness spilling over him in waves.

Because, Quidditch Cup or not, he'd never been more thankful.

oh my heart

‘Be my baby’ by the ronettes is giving me happy jegulus vibes

Imagine them in the come and go room dancing to it playing on vinyl. James giving it all he’s got (he’s definitely a bad dancer is a super confident cute way). Regulus laughing at him at first and not joining but eventually giving in and letting James swirl him around cheeks flushed and incandescently happy.

(I know this is not exactly what you described but hopefully it still makes you smile, cause it was such a cute idea that I had to write something :) ) "What in Merlin's name is this," Regulus sits at the edge of the bed, watching James continue to fiddle with the gramophone. "It's Muggle, Sirius found it in your Uncle's stuff," James says, he's grinning when he turns around, which is never good for Regulus. It always makes his stomach all fluttery and his common sense non-existent. "My uncle?" he asks, wary as he watches James approach him. "Mhm, Alphard, apparently he was a real fan of Muggle music."

Regulus opens his mouth and then closes it, not entirely sure what to say to that. He supposes it makes sense, Alphard had always been a bit of a black sheep. He was like Sirius in that way. Except quieter. But then, Regulus isn't sure he's ever met anyone as loud as Sirius. "C'mon," James holds out his hand and Regulus looks down at it and then back up at James's face, eyebrow raised.

"C'mon what?"

"Dance with me."

Regulus snorts. "No." "Reg." "No, I'm not - there's no one here."

"You need an audience?"

Regulus rolls his eyes. "I'm just saying, dancing is something you do at balls and galas, doing it in an empty room is like making small talk with yourself."

James laughs. "God, you're wound so freaking tight."

Regulus glares at him, arms crossing over his chest. None of this deters James who only grins wider.

"Love it when you pout at me, you get these little dimples right here-" he reaches out but Regulus slaps his hand away. "It's adorable," James finishes.

"Call me adorable again and I will end you."

James only smiles. "C'mon Reg, dance with me," the way his voice goes all soft and gooey makes Regulus's resolve waver but he still doesn't get off the bed. He has some self-respect. "And don't you try to tell me you can't because I know you and Sirius took ballet or some shit."

"Ballroom," Regulus corrects petulantly.

"That's good," James says, "because my pirouettes are rubbish."

Regulus arches his brow. "You know ballet Potter?"

"I have snooty parents too," and then, before Regulus can reply: "Come over here Reg, lead me."

Regulus isn't sure why that sends sparks shooting down his spine. But the idea of self-assured James Potter, Quidditch captain, Gryffindor's poster boy, giving Regulus control...He bites his lower lip, seeing heat in James's eyes. "Lead me," James repeats, words barely a whisper, and before Regulus knows what he's doing he's getting off the bed, taking James's hand and his waist, bringing them chest to chest. Bodies not touching but almost.

"Hey," James says softly, breath ghosting across Regulus's cheek.

"This really isn't waltzing music," is all Regulus is capable of saying back, causing James to laugh.

"I'm sure we can make it work."

And so they start moving, James stiff and awkward at first, but picking up the steps quickly enough, because of course he's good at this too. Though for all his talk of being lead James Potter is not a follower and eventually he takes it on himself to start spinning Regulus whenever he feels like it. Once or twice even dipping him down low.

And Regulus lets him. Because he's pathetic. Because he can't help himself. Despite his best efforts he finds himself smiling. Laughing. The pair of them twirling around the empty room. Eventually James pulls him back in, no space between them, James's forehead dropping down to meet Regulus's. "Does this feel like small talk to you?" he asks.

Regulus looks up at him, a little out of breath, cheeks flushed pink and he doesn't bother answering, doesn't want to feed James's ego anymore, so instead he presses up onto his toes and takes his smart mouth. And James groans into it, hand gently holding the back of Regulus's head, the pair slowly beginning to sway.

I'll make you happy, baby, just wait and see For every kiss you give me, I'll give you three Oh, since the day I saw you I have been waiting for you You know I will adore you 'til eternity

this this this this

my roman empire is that i will never be able to experience a friendship as deep as the marauders had

YOU'RE NOT. I LOVE U TOO. he literally made me so makes me so mad holy shit. Both in choices AND i'm canon they let him get away with too fucking much just cause he was the "leader" of the good side

If I could fist fight Dumbledore right now I’d do it

you couldn't pay me enough money. absolute masterpiece but i'm never touching that thing with a ten foot pole. i didn't even know i could feel pain on that level

When your card declines at therapy so they make you read choices for the first time again.

i fear im so deep into escapism i've forgotten how to live my own life. it all just feels lacklustre in comparison.