Barty “The Hands That Cradled Your Face And Tilted It Upwards To Kiss Your Forehead Are Soaked In Unfathomable

I don’t have a fancast for Sirius. Honestly, it’s because, in my mind, he’s so breathtakingly beautiful that no one seems quite right.

He’s not just hot or cute - he’s beautiful in the kind of way that feels otherworldly, like an angel or a mermaid.

Please, tell me you get it.

Regulus: James pissed me off today, so I told him that I can't wait to see what he has planned for our special day tomorrow.

Regulus: There's nothing special about tomorrow.

Regulus: But there is something special about watching the colour leave his face as the panic takes over.

Remus:

Remus: Genius.

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

As a kid learning about the holocaust, I never understood how people could let Nazis rise to power. But now I’m watching it happen in real time.

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.

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.

your story doesn’t have to make sense right now. neither do you. just put a guy on a horse and make him sad.

james: “you wouldn’t hit a man with glasses”

regulus: grabs james’ glasses off his face and smacks him with them

james: “touché”

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