I Saw A Post Abt This The Other Day But It's Been Eating Me Up Inside So I Gotta Get It In Writing. Plus

Moonlight

So I wrote this for my best friend for time pass

Sirius Black X GN!Reader

Kinda what is in it: You hate Sirius Black ......right?

Sirius is so annoying to you because honestly, why is he so fucking narcissistic, like, dude???? So obnoxious and uncaring of anyone else. Over all, he annoyed you to no end, constantly flirting around and making it seem like it's a privilege to be talking to him. Gods, could he be so annoying. So irritating with his stupid messy hair and stupid grey eyes and stupid pink lips and stupid gaze that seemed to peirce through everything. You hate him, end of discussion.

Or so you thought. One night, you see him at the infirmary sitting beside a bed. He was crying while a hand was in his stupid big palms.

The hand belonging to none other than the famous James Potter.

You had heard what had happened. Apparently, some prank they were planning went wrong, they say it was Black's idea.

You just stood there unmoving and silent while the raven haired boy sniffled.

He was mumbling words you couldn't quite hear.

You stepped a bit closer, still trying to stay out of sight.

You heard a few words, words like : punish, mother, James, hate, Mrs Potter and home.

Then it hit you.

How Sirius' complexion changes the moment someone mentions something about families. Reguals had a very bad complexion too. Always.

They never wanted to go home for the holidays

Sirius was so outgoing and fun that you never realized that whenever he stayed for the holidays or went to the Potters' , it wasn't because he wanted to have fun and fool around.

You remember seeing really dark bruises on Sirius after one holiday but you had just assumed it was another prank.

But it all made sense now.

He was a BLACK.

A member or THE Black family.

Of course.

It didn't take a genius to know that they hated muggleborns.

Or that if anyone wasn't a Slytherine, they wouldn't be worthy for the Black family.

Everything was clicking in place.

Why he was so loud, so annoying, so much of an attention seeker, why he always was upto something.

He was didn't doubt the fact he was the black sheep.

So he stood out more and more, if he couldn't change what they thought, he'd change what he was. So he did everything he could to become what others thought he was.

Sirius was still crying. You realized that when a hard sob wrecked through his body.

All your brain had in it now was how he would have his head down, James' hand pressed to his forehead as he cried in the darkness, how his hair would be veiling his face from all sides, how his pale cheeks would now be red and wet because of crying.

Next think you knew, you had Sirius' head pressing against your front as you hugged his shoulders from behind.

The sobs momentarily stopped, the crying boy overtaken by shock.

Slowly, he looked up. His silver eyes bloodshot and shining in the moonlight that entered through the window.

As he looked up, one more tear fell out and onto his cheek, then another, then another and another until he was sobbing again.

He had now fully gave into the emotions, pressing his head back into your chest.

You kissed his forehead and held him close as the annoying prankster let go and brought down every wall he had up.

A few tears escaped your eyes as you saw the ever so smug and pideful looking boy breaking down before you, in the shining moonlight.

It crushed you.

He deserved so much better.

He deserved to be loved just as much as anyone else.

He cried for a long time while you held him, held him all through it until eventually he fell asleep.

Once he was alseep, you laid his head on James' bed and covered him with a blanket.

This stupid egotistical bastard was never gonna be the same as before to you, you knew that.

Nothing could be done.

No one else had witnessed what happened that night, but little parts of the both of them fell a bit deeper in love with the other, not that either had ever truly admitted being in it. No one knew, but hearts were swayed; no one saw, but lives were changed. Forever.

one thing that drives me absolutely insane is that ive seen so many comments talking about how tvpjo!annabeth isnt their annabeth bc shes not tan and blonde but i dont see people complaining about literally anyone else!! there are SO FEW characters if at all that stay faithful to their book descriptions! luke isnt a blonde guy, percy doesnt have black hair and green eyes, grover doesnt have a rasta cap on, chirons horse end is black not white, echidna is NOTTT supposed to be a conventionally attractive older woman i could keep GOING.

at the end of the day these people are portraying these characters essences incredibly, and this tv series is by far one of the best adaptations ive ever seen of any popular book. to take that for granted and complain because of different hair and skin, especially singling out ONE twelve year old girl is so childish and frankly! disgusting.

“Most of all, I hate you because I think of you. Often. It’s disgusting, and I can’t stop.”

― The Cruel Prince

Hello, hi, so, I was thinking, like, wondering, in the season finale of season 5, we see that all the Miraculous had been given to their holders permanently, but earlier on all the identities of the holders had been exposed, so does that mean that all the holders, except Ladybug and Chat Noir, are revealed?

The way they’re holding back the first “seaweed brain” like it’s a bass drop bc they know it is going to irreparably alter all of our brains forever

post episode 8 just feeling medically deprived of hearing walker say this

I WAS SO LOOKING FORWARD TO IT

I CAN JUST HEAR IT WITH A VOICE CRACK RIGHT ON THE SOMEHOW

At this point Percy and Annabeth should carry an Uno Reverse Card with them so they can shove it in the others hands when they try to sacrifice themselves for each other

List of “gushing to your friends about the person you’re literally head over heels in love with” prompts

Requested by: Anonymous Request: “any chance you could prompts A telling their friends that they have a crush on B?”

“Okay, we get it — you’re in love with [insert Character B’s name]. You don’t have to keep reminding us.”

“Have you ever thought about telling them about how you feel instead of like… Telling us about it?” “Um, no, because I don’t want to embarrass myself and I’d rather fangirl/fanboy over them from a distance.” 

“Oh, what I would give to talk to them…” “Huh? Then… Talk to them? I don’t understand why you’re making it sound like such a dilemma—”

“I had the most romantic dream about them.” “Oh God, here we go again…”

“With the way you talk about them, do you ever stop to consider that maybe your feelings run deeper than you seem to realise?”

“If they think they’re the best thing to have graced planet Earth then they’d be absolutely right.”

“If they called and told me they needed me right now, I’d drop everything and run to them.”

“They own me.” “That sounds weird, but sure.”

“I don’t believe in being a simp for anyone but yourself, but hear me out—”

“I will do whatever it takes to win their heart.” “I’ll do whatever it takes for you to stop saying that and actually do something.”

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Neteyam deserved better, and not only bc he deserved to live longer. In the time he still was alive he was treated like a child (how he was talked to, the rules he had to follow, etc) with the responsibilities of an adult (mainly mothering his siblings, but also generally following his fathers orders without complaint). He literally lived with child restrictions and adult restrictions both, and could we call that really living? He totally deserved to live longer, but he also deserved to live his short time to the fullest, to live his life like a child. Because, while living in times of war certainly changes things, his siblings lived as children/teenangers till the end of the movie, but he didn't get that.

I think that's what makes the little moments where his playful teenage side emerges (when he banters with Lo'ak, his little laugh when he decides to throw himself in the fight against Aonung to help his brother, when he sees the Tulkun for the first time) so special and at the same time heart wrenching.