Whaat How Did My 13 Ao3 Tabs Go To 19 I Have No Clue

Everytime an anti jegulus post makes its way onto my page I slowly but surely make my way through the likes and block all like 10 of them

personally mine will be who fucked themselves up before bestowing the honor to me so now we are equals

My favorite family members will always be the ones that are equally as fucked up as me

it adds to the vibe silly! 😋

someone, who can’t know about Lupin: why are you putting a whomping willow on the Hogwarts grounds? Surely you must know a bunch of teenagers will put themselves in dangerous situations to get near it?

Dumbeldore: aesthetic

reblog if you wear glasses. too many mutuals don't know they have glasses wearers in their midsts

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James Potter is a neck kisser and a waist grabber.

Regulus Black is a neck grabber and a fierce biter.

Very sorry to everyone I interact with in the near future bc I will probably act like I'm high one post but then act so sad in the next and its most likely bc im listening to taylor swift on shuffle

Hand it over buddy

Wolfstar 👀

Or moonseeker if you're into that

hey so ow

Regulus’ Letter to James (from this)

James,

I thought I had done right by you, you know? I hated myself for the pain I caused you but I was willing to bear that memory alone if it meant that you could live your life without the burden of the time you spent with me. It had worked for some time and if I could control it, it would work forever. You would never think of anything more than Sirius’ Death Eater brother when you heard the name Regulus Black. I’m sorry, James, I’m so sorry.

Part of me always knew that I would die young. Whenever I tried to picture the future, I could never see myself with one. I always have to be right, don’t I? Except I was so wrong about so many things. I was wrong about the Dark Lord and you were right. I discovered something evil, James—something beyond what any of us could comprehend. He could never be defeated as long as this evil existed and I have to die to make sure we can get rid of it. I have to die and if you’re reading this, if you remember me, baby, then I’m already gone.

I know it’s not fair. I’ve done things you’ll never forgive me for, and things I don’t forgive myself for, either. I hope you don’t love me again but I know you. I know you can’t stop yourself and I wanted to give you something. I love you, too, and I never stopped. I face death in the hope that you live the life you deserve. If the Dark Lord goes away, you can have everything you wanted, James. I hope your son grows up safe and loved, free of this war, and that you’ll be there with him every step of the way. I won’t say I regret obliviating you but I am sorry that it came to that. I’m sorry about so much that I fear this piece of parchment will sizzle and waste away if I tried to pour it all on it. I’m sorry that you remember now. I couldn’t stop it. I had to die, and I am dead now.

I didn’t live very long, after all, but I want you to know that in whatever time I did get, you gave me love that was bigger than me. The kind that people never seem to find, and I was the fool who gave it up for two years of misery and eventual death.

The what ifs of our situation are hauntingly beautiful but I hope your reality will be even more so. I want nothing but the best for you, with or without me.

Yours always,

R.A.B.

OwO

HA good luck to my future self when I go to sleep bc I just had 2 ice creams and 7 juice boxessss bitch