Sirius Would Be One Of Those Evil Men Who End Arguments By Saying "let's Agree To Disagree" Or "it Is

"How can you say Sirius was best friend with Lily- he didn't even mention her!"

All I need to know is Lily's letter. Thank you.

Imagine you’re some little evil woman sitting in Hades’ throne room when Orpheus walks in to make a deal to get Eurydice back, and Hades is like “yeah ok, just don’t look back otherwise she has to stay here” then walks out of the room. Almost immediately after hearing the conditions, Orpheus breaks his own neck so that it is physically impossible for him to turn it, and then demands that you gouge out his eyes for good measure. Eurydice then gets really upset because she’s convinced this is a sign that Orpheus hates her and never wants to see her again, and Orpheus is completely convinced that this was a normal and logical thing to do.

You are literally the only person in the universe who recognizes this as an act of love. They both then insult you to your face for thinking this is anything other than very normal (Orpheus), or petty hatred (Eurydice).

You are Ianthe Tridentarius.

being a gaylor in the swiftie community prepared me for being a prongsfoot shipper in the marauders fandom

My first piece for @drawprongsfootbadly lololol

You fools. Gideon Nav isn’t Orpheus. She’s Eurydice. Harrowhark Nonagesimus is the most Orpheus-coded character that has ever existed

i feel like i need a content warning for dumb/bitchy/whiny/etc (fanon.....) sirius

Tumblr Tuesday: Yellowjackets Art (& Spoilers)

The drama girlies are back. Season 3 of that show about a teenage soccer team that sort of survives a plane crash in the Canadian wilderness and subsequently gets up to various dark and disturbing shenanigans is upon us as we speak, and the plot thickens, as it is wont to do. Please enjoy this offering of Yellowjackets art to keep you all sated til the next episode.

(And please scroll ahead at your own discretion—some mild spoilers, body horror, and gore ahead.)

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James wished he could blame it on the alcohol, but the dizziness that overtook his entire body when Sirius whispered in his ear, his hips grinding against James’ arse, was from a whole different kind of drug.

He was almost tempted to dance off beat just to feel his friend redirect him again, hand pressing burns into his hip. But it felt even better when he did something right and Sirius whispered praises, breath brushing against the shell of his ear.

Ever the show off, he perused the dance floor for inspiration. Something flashy. His eyes kept drifting back to the couple dancing in front of them, one man wearing a hickey into the other’s neck.

Now, how to entice Sirius to do that to him?

There.

James bent over at the waist, keeping his arse firmly pressed against Sirius. Then he shook it, drinking in the way his mate’s grip clenched against his hips.

More, James thought, his competitive spirit and thrill at pleasing Sirius sending blood rushing to his head.

He popped a squat—his body flesh with Sirius’ the whole time—turning around to face Sirius, and grinned. He hoped his expression looked flirtatious and conniving, but there was a near 100% chance it was just goopy and giggly. James kept eye contact with his mate as he slowly stood up, swaying his hips and running his hands up the backs of Sirius’s legs, fingers learning every crook and bend of his body.

He stop one hand on Sirius’ backend, giving it a cheeky squeeze, and let the other arm rest loosely over his shoulder.

“How’s that, Pads?” James said under his breath. His whole body shook from nerves so violently that he couldn’t muster more than a whisper.

His mind nearly spiralled into the ‘oh my god, what have I just done’ territory when Sirius’s arm looped back around his waist, pulling him closer. With his other hand Sirius gently held James’ jaw.

“So you do have a little gay in you.” Sirius smirked.

James gulped. “A lot more than a little.”

Sirius had gotten good at faking it. He’d gotten good at the smiles and the flirting and the hinting at women sharing his bed. He mentioned the clubs and changed the pronouns and he got good at it.

He got good at lying to James. He’d never wanted to be good at lying to James.

He’d gotten so good at it that when James and Lily broke up and James needed an outlet to “let loose” that he’d turned to Sirius and asked where he normally went.

And, of course, Sirius had given the name of the only bar he could think of.

One he hadn’t been to in a year, which could be in his best interest now as hopefully none of his old hookups would be there. But still.

He’d very much given the name of a gay bar to newly singly James Potter.

He debated calling in help but Remus wouldn’t understand the urgency. Had never understood why Sirius didn’t go out with it and tell James he was gay. James would understand, Remus was certain. It wouldn’t change anything.

But Remus didn’t know about the countless practice kisses. The times they’d share beds to stave off the cold. Didn’t know that the only reason James couldn’t see Sirius’ feelings was that he’d never thought them possible.

Sirius was a womanizer.

He’d carefully made sure James knew that. Believed that.

Because otherwise, his friend might see. Might see the arms thrown over shoulders, the lingering hugs, the blushes, the smile he couldn’t control at hearing Lily had finally left him.

Things that a straight best friend might get away with. Things that a queer friend wouldn’t.

But then he’d gone and given James the name of London’s number one gay night club.

And he was fucked.

James is like guys help me pick an outfit because he's finally scored a date with lily and the others already know what outfit to choose but they still make him wear the tightest fits he has first so they have an excuse to admire his bulging biceps and fat ass and touch his body to "adjust the clothes". He remains oblivious to the leers of course.

James: alright, how do we look?

Peter: dunno...turn around for us?

James: oh yeah! [Turns around]

Remus: (groan) Merlin, that is criminal

James: what? Does it look bad?

Sirius: Nope. I think the colors are clashing this time. The pants look fine though

Peter: really fine

Remus: so fine

Sirius: let's change the top then [passes the smallest shirt you've ever seen]

James: okay! :D

everyone has a crush on James bc I said so

YES, my favourite thing about TLT is that ALL the characters are described as kinda ugly in some way (except corona and alecto)

sometimes I'll see fanart of harrow where she's like a sexy bone goddess. NO. it's very important to convey that harrow is a bone gremlin, and the only sexy thing about her is how emotionally unavailable she is