Instructions unclear, they’re boyfriends now 🤷🏻♀️
idgaf if my parents are disappointed in me I'm not impressed by them either
hes teaching his son to be good at business
[referencing the logbook exercise of rephrasing complaints+lawsuits so that nothing is ever fazbear entertainment's fault.]
Some people say “you can enjoy The Marauders without shipping Wolfstar.” And yes, you can. But why would you choose to live such a joyless, empty existence?
Doodly comic
I think he’d struggle with not having powers anymore
Not forever
But still jump in without thinking.
Happy birthday Moony! 🌙 (Sorry I’m a bit late)
death - january 4th - jegulus - @black-brothers-microfic - word count: 191
"Oh....holy...Salazar," Sirius murmurs, face completely alight with glee as he stands at Regulus's door.
Regulus wants to skin him alive. "Shut up," he orders, hands shaking and heart pounding with terror. "It's not what you think, it's-"
"It's not that you're lovingly sketching a picture of my shirtless best friend?" Sirius demands, still smirking happily.
And that's exactly what it is. Regulus had been so completely immersed in sketching James Potter in all of his annoying perfection that he hadn't heard Sirius knock or enter his room. And now...he has no explanation to offer him.
"You like him," Sirius states, chuckling.
Regulus knows that his one weakness is his brother. That for some reason, Sirius is the only person who can see through his immaculate poker face. So instead of lying, he says venomously, "I will ensure you have a gruesome, painful, drawn-out death if you tell a soul, Sirius, I swear to Mer-"
"What if I said he likes you too?" Sirius interrupts casually, sitting on Regulus's bed and smiling like Christmas has come early.
Immediately, Regulus turns to him, defensiveness and fury changing to hesitant curiosity. "Tell me more."
I just wanted to hear this post in real life, and I chased that impulse.
The first time Sirius called him ‘Moony,’ Remus’ stomach did something strange. The first time Sirius called him ‘love,’ Remus forgot how to breathe.
all I want right now is to be handsome skinny boy. is that to much to ask?