If Regulus Wasn't Fancasted As Fucking Timmy Chalamet And If James Wasn't Described As Charmingly Handsome

I have to say this before going mad:

SIRIUS BLACK IS TALL! TALLER THAN ANY OF THE MARAUDERS AND THE ONLY MARAUDERS WHO WAS DESCRIBED TO BE TALL.

Harry says Sirius was tall, not Lupin. IF HE WAS SHORTER THAN REMUS, HE WOULD HAVE SAY HE WAS SHORTER.

Thank you.

Sorry for the aggressive tone.

when season 3 is just 8 hours of gihun and inho having possessive feral hate sex all over that fuckass island starting on the front man's leather chair

wolfstar always getting portrayed as remus being possessive of little tiny small waist sirius but it's actually the other way around. sirius stares at his malnourished lanky giant boyfriend and wants to pick him up throw him around pin him down etc

HELP HAHAHHAHAHHAHHA

Ngl they'll make great enemies with benefits

"No hate; but I wonder why people would ship Snirius. How would that even happen?", I asked my s/o. This is what he answered:

I WANT A CAT PLEASE SOMEBODY CONVINCE MY MUM TO GIVE ME A CAT

Must not be separated

Fuck Ivan all my homies hate Ivan

some of my favorite things about Anora in no particular order (SPOILERS BELOW):

the goons, wow what all timer movie goons. concussed guy for goon of the year

when anora beats the shit out of those goons for a fifteen minute stretch and they get increasingly more afraid of her. comedy gold, just pitch perfect comedy treading the line between should-i-be-worried-for-her and the disarming buffoonery of the goons

ivan's mom stomping on the last step of the private jet stairs. her incredible houndstooth suit. every second of her on screen.

all of them throwing the pens at the annulment woman

ivan's dad dying laughing during the annulment as anora throws all of the moms shit on the ground

every parking in new york joke from the ticket in front of the courthouse to getting towed down on brighton beach

how the entire time, nobody pulls out a weapon, not once. and yet, the threat of violence and danger still lingers in the periphery because of the deftly constructed tension of the roving camera and contextually what we don't know about this family and the broader scope of ivan's world and the looming threat of the parents. how far can she push the goons until they get violent, and yet they never really do, but baker never lets you exhale that breath.

when they walked into tatianas..... like sean does his RESEARCH

also the t.A.T.u needle drop like i screamed

also the fight over driving or walking for five minutes in the cold. the new york specificity in this movie is pinpoint accurate, down to the mundane

the ending, her having a breakdown release of everything that had happened to her and how humiliated she was, but also how she thought she had gotten out and made a fairytale of her life. how using her body was the only power she has ever had, and how that was what she defaulted to with Igor in that last scene, but it was when he wanted to kiss her that the facade of power broke down and so did she. how she had to face her own humanity, and in that moment ask herself if she wanted to kiss him, because he was giving her perhaps her first real choice in a long time, and that opened a pathway to maybe questioning whether she truly wanted any of what had happened to her. maybe in that moment she realized that her body is not as powerful as she perhaps convinced herself it was. she was far more powerless than all her bravado and will probably always be powerless in the socioeconomic systems of the world that are built up around her. how disposable she was made to feel maybe for the first time, and how she thought she had built up that bravado and detached arrogance around herself so that she would never feel that way, but the feeling still seeped through nonetheless. all of that delivered wordlessly, in silence, buried under the falling white snow that will throw a white, pristine blanket over everything as if nothing significant had happened at all.

but also like igor, i too would fall in love with her almost instantly and tbh i did. rip to Ivan, anora i am hopelessly in love with you, and i would die for you.

Can we please start calling wolfstar blupin. It'd be funny, I think.

Neo nazi IMAO AHAHAHHAHAHAHA

“jegulus would work in a modern AU-“ take a quick guess on what type of person regulus the death eater would be in a modern setting.

It's a cruel summer over here oof

glb saintcurse au??

mary marries a man because that’s what people do because that’s what her mother did and her grandmother did and every other woman before her did and mary is nothing if not traditional nothing if not practical nothing if not a girl who knows what’s expected of her so she marries him and he is fine he is nice he is a man and she stands beside him in a white dress and smiles so wide her jaw aches and thinks this is what I wanted this is right this is normal and she does not think about pandora except she does because she always does.

except she is standing in her perfect kitchen with her perfect ring on her finger making dinner for her perfect husband when the radio plays that song and she has to grip the counter because for a moment it’s not now it’s then it’s summer and pandora is laughing and the car windows are down and she’s got her arms outstretched like she’s flying and mary is looking at her like she’s everything and she is she is she was and mary has to blink hard and shake her head because it’s not then it’s now and she is married and she is happy and she does not miss pandora she does not miss the way she kissed like she had nothing to lose she does not miss the way she looked at her like mary was worth looking at she does not miss the way she called her baby like it was the only name that ever fit she does not miss any of it.

(yes she does. yes she does. yes she does.)

when she wakes up in the middle of the night next to him she stares at the ceiling and thinks this is what i wanted but she does not reach for him and he does not reach for her and the bed is too cold and too big and too empty even though she is not alone and she wonders what pandora is doing she wonders if pandora is happy she wonders if pandora ever thinks about her and she wants to call but she won’t because that would be stupid and mary is not stupid and so she closes her eyes and sleeps and dreams of summer.

(pandora kisses a hundred girls in a hundred bars and she thinks about mary when they taste like cigarettes when they taste like cherry chapstick when they don’t taste like anything at all she drinks too much and laughs too loud and runs red lights just to see if she makes it to the other side she bites too hard and holds too tight and doesn’t call them back because they are not mary because they will never be mary because mary is gone but not dead and isn’t that so much worse isn’t it so much more cruel because mary is still out there breathing and and telling herself she is happy and pandora wants to hate her should hate her but she doesn’t she can’t so she hates herself instead.)

every single time I think about it I wanna kms

I’ll just be going about my day and then I’ll suddenly think of Mikkel. Poor Mikkel, who was one of the only completely innocent and pure characters. Poor Mikkel who loved his family and gave his life to preserve it. Poor Mikkel who loved his son enough to sacrifice himself, even though said son was the cause of all his suffering. Poor Mikkel who went through hell only to be erased from existence. Poor Mikkel who was always doomed to die. I think of Mikkel and I just