Pandora (carrying A Baby For Evan And Barty) Going Into Labour And James And Reg Taking Her To The Hospital.

im acc gonna km$ i go to this holiday care program and they fucking told my mum that im not eating and now she’s gonna moniter everything i pack for lunch and a staff is gonna sit next to me to make sure i eat it all. it’s only for a week then i can throw my food out at school, but im super pissed off

Remus: Prongs, are you coming with us?

James: Oh, geez, I don’t know if I can ditch Reggie two nights in a row. I don’t want to upset him

Sirius: Oh come on, man! Bros before…my brother

Sister - @black-brothers-microfic - wc: 526 - Starchaser + Sirius

TW: Walburga's A+ Parenting, TW: Misgendering

James had spent summers at the Potter house, in the raucous warmth of his parents’ love, in a place where laughter carried through the walls and arguments ended in ruffled hair and biscuits shoved into hands. This summer, though, he was spending it at the Black household.

It was Sirius’ idea, because of course it was. Sirius had announced it over breakfast, a reckless glint in his eye, as if daring his mother to object. She had only hummed, seemingly uninterested, which made Sirius all the more suspicious. But when James arrived, he understood why she had allowed it.

She wanted an audience.

“Your sister has no manners, as always,” Walburga commented idly from her place at the head of the dining table, watching as Regulus—her son, her son—sat across from James, stabbing at his food with a fork gripped too tightly.

James felt his stomach turn. His gaze flicked to Sirius, who was gripping his knife as if debating throwing it across the table. Regulus didn’t even flinch. He was used to it, James realized, which made the whole thing worse.

“Regulus,” James said loudly, pointedly, as if to correct Walburga without outright challenging her. “Do you want to come flying with me later?”

Regulus lifted his gaze, something like appreciation flickering in his eyes before it was snuffed out by exhaustion. “Maybe,” he murmured, voice clipped, but James knew him well enough by now to recognize that it wasn’t directed at him.

Walburga didn’t even acknowledge the interaction. She continued as though James hadn’t spoken, turning instead to Sirius. “And you allow her to behave this way, indulging these childish delusions.”

James felt his grip tighten around his fork, but Sirius was faster, standing so abruptly his chair scraped against the floor with a violent screech. “He,” Sirius snarled, leaning over the table, eyes flashing dangerously. “You will address him properly, or you won’t address him at all.”

Regulus, still seated, closed his eyes briefly. He looked so tired. James wanted to reach for his hand, but he knew better than to make it worse by drawing more attention to him.

Walburga merely scoffed, dabbing at her lips with a napkin as if bored. “You always were so dramatic,” she mused. “No wonder you embarrass me.”

James stood then, matching Sirius’ stance, and while he didn’t glare like Sirius did, his voice was firm when he said, “Regulus is brilliant. If anyone should be embarrassed, Mrs. Black, it’s you.”

The air grew tense. For a moment, James swore Walburga would strike him down on the spot, but instead, she exhaled, as if disappointed, before rising from her seat.

“I expected nothing less from a Potter,” she murmured before sweeping out of the room. The silence she left behind felt suffocating.

Sirius collapsed back into his chair with a long sigh, dragging his hands down his face. “Well, that was fun.”

Regulus exhaled sharply, not quite a laugh but something close. When he finally met James’ gaze again, there was a quiet sort of gratitude in his eyes, even as he muttered, “You didn’t have to do that.”

James shrugged. “Yeah, I did.”

friendly reminder that somewhere in the world a little middle school kid is wrapped up in bedsheets asking their parent why everyone was being weird about percy and annabeth sleeping next to each other in the latest chapter of their bedtime story. and that parent is sweating bullets.

bitches be like (im bitches)

Am not

I get a nice 7 hours

6 at this point

I only wake up at 5 am

I do not drink caffeine

I run on pure anxiety and dream

Huh, maybe I am sleep deprived

Oui

HE’S REAL!?!?!?!?!

don’t let marauders fans find out there’s a canonized catholic saint called Saint Regulus and he died at sea

had a fascinating english class that resulted in the notes header “the forcefeminization of victor frankenstein”

Everytime this is reblogged, JK Rowling steps on a lego

Sirius: Next person to say “weird flex but okay” is getting thrown of the astronomy tower.

Regulus: Preposterous boast but alas.

Happy Pride Month