I am a sucker for the trope "Ugh I don't actually want to be king but the other options are entirely detrimental to life as I know it so I guess I'll fucking do it."
Holly Black does this well with both Roiben and Cardan.
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Jude and Cardan
James running into the dorm room: GUYS i just tripped in front of Regulus. The plan is NEVER going to work now.
Remus: Did he see you?
Peter: Did he laugh?
Sirius: Why were you near Regulus? ….WAIT WHAT PLAN?!
meanwhile back in the slytherin common room:
Regulus: …He tripped in front of me…
Barty: Did you laugh?
Evan: Regulus please tell us you laughed.
Regulus: … Well he was really cute trying to stumble back up.
Barty: ….
Evan: ….
Barty and Evan at the same time: We’ve lost him.
I love when Rosekiller is so open to threesomes and not just like a one time thing with a specific person. No. See this person could be their best friend and they're very enthusiastic about them joining them in bed but no, this person will never be a part of their relationship, that's just for them.
On April 13, 1985, Danuta Danielsson - a Jewish-Polish woman whose mother was taken to a concentration camp in WWII - hit a local neonazi with her handbag in Växjö, Sweden.
Update: The neonazis were subsequently expelled from the city, and a statue was erected in her honor.
This week 34 years ago, Danuta Danielsson demonstrated how much respect fascists deserve.
Well played, Danuta Danielsson.
And good aim.
She hit them so hard they were banished from that land forever. Iconic
Happy 40th Annual Hit a Nazi with a Handbag Day
How dare you leave out that the Swedish government was against the statue, out of concern that it could promote violence, and the people added handbags to statues across the country out of protest!
a jood
More football AU bc I keep thinking of it
Is devotion hot as fuck or do i just have religious trauma?
James: flirts with Regulus
Regulus: pretends to hate it but writes about it in his diary
Do you love Regulus Black or do you just love the idea that you can be as mean and awkward and judgmental as you want and the perfect person will fall in love with you as you are?
frosbite studios blessing us with this GORGEOUS fanart, as per usual
frosbite studios blessing us with this GORGEOUS fanart, as per usual
james probably says “thank you god for this meal” before going down on regulus idk
"Regulus Black?" His posture stiffened. "Depends on who’s asking." "We have a few questions about your boyfriend." Regulus' brain stalled so violently he nearly sprained something. "The fuck you mean, boyfriend?" The officer gave him a look. "James Potter." Regulus gawked. "He’s not my—who the fuck told you that?" "Several people."
"was it even real, regulus? did you really ever love me at all?"
regulus stares at the floor, willing his eyes to stop burning with unshed tears, his sleeve has rolled down already, still not enough to fully hide the dark mark.
he hears james scoffing, so mad he doesn't even look slightly hurt. and regulus understands why, because it's james. hot-headed james, good and naive james, who tries so hard to understand, but still sees the world as black and white. good and bad. pawn-of-the-war james, whose first instinct to see the dark magic fused in his arm is to consider him an enemy, someone to protect others from, someone to get away from.
that's why he chose to do it this way, so james would feel betrayed; so angry he won't even feel sad and heartbroken for a while. at least not until enough time has passed. enough for regulus to slip completely out of his life. a clean cut. and by the time james realizes, the wound will have been long cauterized.
he stays silent, then. there's no use telling the truth.
he stays silent for a long time after that, not even flinching when james bangs the door of the come-and-go room closed. he stays silent as the days turn to weeks, then months.
he thought he could take the truth to his grave, but as the inferi lock their claws on his body, dragging him to his death, he realizes he can't.
regulus is selfish. so selfish he gets to send a patronus, using happy memories to haunt and taint someone else's. because he can't bear the idea of no one mourning him, what he was, what he could've been.
the small cat reaches its destination just as regulus starts losing consciousness, it can't even light up the room properly, magic so weak it's half vanished already.
"it was real." it whispers, disappearing instantly. it's only witness staring at the space it left with the stitches of a poorly cured wound coming undone one by one.
james.