*spends All Of My Time Alone* Perfect! But Why Am I Crazy

What if reg was an animagi and he could turn into a duck.

Imagine walking down the hogwarts corridor and you see james and sirius being chased by a duck with a wand in its mouth.

Idk just something about fussy duck reg sitting on top of james' head quacking at everyone

the headcanon of regulus just being able to cry on command is horrifying but also the funniest thing i’ve ever fucking heard. like i imagine regulus is hanging out with the marauders, post black brothers reconciliation, and him and sirius are bickering and sirius JOKINGLY goes “well it’s not MY fault it’s impossible for you to show any emotion” and regulus blinks. and then just fully starts sobbing.

and james and remus and peter are all like ?!?!?! what the FUCK . RIGHTFULLY SO. and james’ heart is hurting so bad because he’s never seen regulus cry before and he’s trying to comfort him and hold him and regulus, (who is gay and a little shit) is just letting himself be hugged and letting james pet his hair or whatever and remus is like. sirius what the fuck apologize to your brother??????? because sirius has been sitting there the entire time unmoving and he just raises his eyebrows, completely unimpressed and deadpan when he goes, “you guys do know he’s faking right”. and then when remus and james both are like HUH??? torn between bewildered and angry with this reaction, regulus just extracts himself from james, face completely neutral but with tears drying on his cheeks, no sign of the heaving, hyperventilating sobs he’d fallen into literally a second ago and says “i win”. it terrifies peter so bad that he can’t look him in the eyes for a week

writing? oh, i’m definitely writing. in my head. during the most inconvenient times. like in the shower or when i’m about to fall asleep. actual typing? no, no, we don’t do that here.

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.

Stuck in this loop of wanting to get better and wanting to get as bad as possible

just finished crimson rivers. i will never recover.

(Before Dorlene gets together and before Wolfstar has told anyone about their relationship)

Sirius (pointing at Marlene’s feet): Aww, you and Dorcas have matching socks, how cute!

Marlene: And you’re wearing Remus’s sweater. Do you really want to do this?

Sirius (shrinking away): No. I’m sorry Marlene.

Marlene: Hmph. That’s what I thought.

Less social media and more movie/book consumption I want to feel full of inspiration