I Love The Idea Of Sirius Thinking Regulus Is Like An Annoying Victorian Child With A Stick Up His Ass

"It wasn’t the worst thing in the world, kissing the devil" - Barty after his first kiss with Regulus, still young and following his father's ideology, believing that the Black's are the worst family around, but finding himself thinking that Regulus may not be all that bad (he's wrong, Regulus is going to ruin him and he's going to be thankful for it)

When do we get this meme trio back Mashima I miss them

Bartylus is not Bartylus if they don't have an unhealthy obsession with each other

Regulus “I wasn’t in love with Barty” Black having Barty being mad at him as his biggest nightmare LMAO

It's so interesting how the way Ros has described the kingdom is the way Pangi described Bad and Pili to him - a family. Yet their definition of what that dynamic entails is so so different.

For Ros, family is about holding the line, standing through thick and thin, and if necessary, falling so others don’t have to. It’s loyalty sharpened into steel, protection worn like armor, love proven through sacrifice. To her, devotion isn’t just about being there—it’s about what you’re willing to give up to keep them safe. Even if that means losing herself in the process.

Meanwhile, for Pangi, family is trust—not just in their strength, but in their choices, even when those choices lead to ruin. It’s about standing beside them, not in front of them, watching them step into the fire and believing in them enough to let them burn if that’s what they choose. Because love isn’t just about keeping them safe. It’s about letting them be.

Two definitions of the same word. One rooted in shielding, the other in allowing. One built on holding on, the other on letting go.

Pangi: "I'm still really proud of you, no matter the outcome of this."

Pili: "You are?"

Pangi: "I always will be."

Lucy and Natsu (but I'm trying new things)

It’s heartbreaking how Pangi and Ros's stories mirror each other now that they've both been consumed by grief, yet they diverge in such stark ways. Pangi, has finally embraced the violence he once held back from, while Ros, who has always struggled with direction, finally made the hardest choice of their life—to walk away.

Both were deeply loyal and gave everything. Yet neither could save the ones they loved most and now are completely untethered. Pangi has bloodshed as his outlet, a path fueled by rage and loss. But Ros? She is stepping into the unknown, without the faction that once defined them. And in some ways, that uncertainty is even more terrifying.

It’s tragic, yet poetic—one turns to bloodshed, the other to solitude. Pangi has fury to guide him, but Ros- Ros walks a path with no map

The power this trio has over me

Ros: Do you even have like, a family?

Pili: No. I am his family.

Pangi: That hits a little close to home, Ros.

Ros: Sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry- [Giggles] Oh no, I feel bad..

Pangi: [Laughing] No, it’s ok! It’s ok.

Pili: It’s ok, it’s ok, you know why? I am his family!

Ros: Awh- Oh..Aww!

Pangi: Yep! Mhm!

Pili: Yup, us furries we stick together.

Pangi: Im not a furry! I’m not a furry! I’m not a furry Ros.

Ros: You know what, you’re valid, you’re valid for that!

Pangi: Valid for what-?

Ros: What am I? Am I a fruit, I’m just a cucumber! (it’s not in this clip but Pili called her a fruit cake)