Regulus Black Is A Professional Flipper-offer. He Will Raise The Middle Finger At Any Qualifying Occasion.

teehee

love that hc where james doesn’t really like being called “jamie” but goes absolute stupid when regulus calls him that. i mean, in general, he’s all so grumpy and frustrated that no one bothers to just add a fucking s to “james”, but whenever reg says it so casually like “thank you for the tea, jamie” or “no, i’m not busy, jamie” or “that’s alright, jamie” his mind just goes lalala i’m so in love hihi

jegulus streamer au

James has "I ❤️ regulus black" merch

regulus has "I HATE James potter" merch

they're married

When Sirius left Grimmauld Place: Sirius: I'm never cutting my hair again. I am never having steak again. I AM NEVER GOING TO EAT ON A DINING TABLE AGAIN OR CLEAN MY ROOM OR WEAR A SUIT- When Regulus left: Regulus: I shall burn this place to the ground and save my elf from this place and torture my parents before killing them.

starchaser "just because" jegulus

fic: crimson rivers by bizarrestars

the kinda shit i'm spewing after an all consuming nervous breakdown

The most ethereal experience is listening to music after having a meltdown - but in particular taking them off, and the freeing silence afterwards. You’re having a breakdown about something, mind racing, sobbing, on the verge of a panic attack, running around the house like a madwoman, head pounding so hard you can’t even think; just that state of absolute chaos and despair and horrible exhilaration. And then you find your headphones. And you sit down. And you put them on, prepare yourself, and begin to play that song. You know the one. The one you always reach for after moments like these. The one that makes you feel like you’re levitating out of your seat, the one that makes you forget you’re confined to mortal restraints. The one that feels like sinking into a hug after eons of isolation. And when that first note hits, you know it all too well, and you can feel your heart sighing in release, hear the calming hum of “you’ll be okay.” You sit there, eyes closed, outside your body, for the few minutes that the song plays. And when it’s over, you open your eyes slowly, and considerately, and the tears have stopped, and the only noise is the buzzing aftertaste of the experience. You take off the headphones. Hesitantly. Slowly. And for the first time in weeks, you can breathe. For the first time in weeks, your mind is at rest.

I'm literally dying inside

the black brothers never made up ☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️ they never got to heal from their childhood trauma ☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️ they didn’t get to grow old together ☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️ they didn’t get to be brothers again ☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️

Sorry for being gross and weird, it's because I'm gross and weird

giggling

did you seriously just let it linger