If You Do, Please Share The Link 🙏

ough i started thinking about the inherent tragedy of a spare heir

what if you and your sister had the same tutors, same arms instructor, same conversations with your mother regarding politics and strategies and the million terrible choices a ruler must make. but all of them, from your nursery governess to your fencing coach to your mother herself, knew that she was real and you-- weren't. not yet. only if the unthinkable happened. what if you were a walking reminder that she wasn't invincible. what if you were tragedy's page, carrying its train, walking soft in the shadow of all of their hopes that you would never be needed.

planning mischievous activities

Well. I finished episode 4. I guess that answers that

i'm only on episode 4 of Stardust Rhapsody but I need to talk about Leboosh using himself has a meat (well, not meat) shield for the others. This feels like Important Backstory Things I haven't yet discovered, and also might lead to his Later Fate, which I only know very vaguely from reading fics with spoilers but (spoiler warning for sdr) somehow involves him getting possessed or something? Anyway, Very Concerned about him and his always going first to shield the others. I love Leboosh so much already

Your Stupid Face by Kaden MacKay is so very jegulus coded. Maybe not the theatre kid vibes but the lyrics? Spot on

I don’t know how to explain this but Not Sorry For Loving You feels like that scene in Crimson Rivers in chapter 46 when (spoiler warning) James and Reg talk about Reg volunteering and they have the whole “so do I” moment. Like Reg isn’t sorry for loving James in the way he does, which manifests as him volunteering. Idk if this makes any sense but I just put the song on repeat and read the chapter and it fit really well

Reblog if you're asexual and tired

happy wednesday to all my fellow aroace folks

Remus opened his letter, surprised when it appeared to be a howler. The last time he’d heard one was the day before Sirius got disowned back in 5th year.

He was in the dining hall for breakfast, sitting at the staff table. He watched as Harry and Hermione plotted, looking anxious. He blew it off, as it seemed Harry was always weary.

“A howler,” Snape sneered from beside him.

“Astute observation, Severus.” Remus told him, nodding at him.

Remus disregarded Snape, and focused on the howler. There was no name on it, so it was possible it was from a student playing a prank. In good nature, for the prankingnostalgia, Remus opened it.

There was silence for a moment before a loud, booming voice started to yell. “DARLINGGGGG, GUESS WHOS BACK FROM JAIL” And it was his Sirius Black. And he knew they would find each other again.

I promise you all am (and me) that this exists. We have to believe that if we keep going we can get there. You are so, so, amazing and amazing and I see how hard you try. You got this. You will survive long enough to reach this

They should invent a new kind of Being Alive where it's not painful and it doesn't hurt constantly and actually feels worth it and you're happy for more than a few hours at a time

I found a small wizard in my pocket today