Any Time I Hear The Insufferable Transphobic Athlete Arguments I Think Of That One Time In Middle School

Sirius, while cleaning a mess kid!Harry made: We need a slur for toddlers Remus: in polish we have "gówniaki", which roughly translates to "shitlings" Sirius: Perfect

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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.

25 Days of Jegumas. - @noblehouseofgay - Traditions - 362 Words

Regulus sighed, smoothing down his skirt in the mirror. He looked ridiculous. He looked like a girl. Of course he did. Stupid Black family and their stupid Christmas parties. He’d gotten by in trousers when it was just him and Sirius there, but nooo, of course he had to wear a dress at the Christmas party.

“Don’t you look wonderful.” Sirius said dryly as he walked in, and Regulus was immediately jealous of the dress robes he got to wear. Well, he was always jealous of how Sirius looked, but especially now.

“Why do you get to wear trousers…” Regulus mumbled, tugging the ugly bejeweled beret out of his hair and let his short curls fall in his face.

“Because our mother is a transphobic bitch.” He said simply. “I could trim up your hair before if you like.” Regulus shook his head. “I don’t need Mother to have another reason to yell at me.”

“Well, you look lovely anyway. Men look excellent in skirts. I’d swap with you if I could.” That made Regulus snort softly, because he knew Sirius wasn’t lying. He’d seen him stealing his friend McKinnon’s skirts on multiple occasions.

Regulus turned back to the mirror, pale and green. 

“I look like her.” He croaked out.

“You don’t. You look like my very handsome brother. And I’m sure James will agree.” Regulus spun around on his heel. “You invited James?” 

He grinned. “Thought it might help. It took a lot of convincing on Mother’s part, but nonetheless, he’s waiting for you downstairs.” Regulus didn’t need further invitation, sprinting down the stairs and right into his boyfriend’s arms.

“I missed you.” He mumbled into his shoulder.

“Missed you more.” He smiled against his hair.

“You look great.”

“Sirius told you to say that.”

“He did. But it’s still the truth. You look most beautiful in what you’re comfortable in though.”

“I’m comfortable in y–”

“Oi!” They both turned to see Sirius descending the stairs like the main character of a novel.“Do not. Not in front of me. It’s repulsive.”

Regulus giggled and buried his face back in James’ neck, and James was more than happy to let him.

Brotherly love.

hc that everyone at hogwarts just calls barty “barty,” because he makes a point to distance himself from his father and nobody really knows his full name, but the skittles are close enough to him that they’re allowed to call him bartemius as a joke. just imagine.

evan: barty. get down.

evan: bartemius. off the table.

or

dorcas: and then fuckin bartemius had to go and-

marlene: im sorry what

sirius black, trouble incarnate

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