The Peak Of My Art Career

while i do love accidentally popular remus nothing will beat popular sirius dating loser remus and starting to drag remus everywhere with him and everyone else being like oh wait does that dude even go here? because remus had mastered just fading into the background and planned on doing that until he graduated and could get the fuck out of there and actually quite enjoyed it apart from the random bouts of loneliness and now it was ruined by his stupidly attractive boyfriend who just loves being stuck to remus’ side but always has things to do and remus would do anything for him so

barty: relationships should be 50/50

barty: evan cooks us dinner and i sit on the counter looking pretty

marlene mckinnon

remus is the type of guy no one really pays attention to in the hall but all his friends would f*ck him

“but these characters have canon personalities, you can’t just make up your own thing”

maybe YOU can’t, but i can. it sounds like a skill issue to me.

regulus runs away au where walburga sends him a howler saying "i've burned you off the tapiserie. you are no daughter of mine." and regulus just gives sirius a thumbs up

Everyone seeing baby Luna:

Dorcas: she is so cute, I love her

Evan: yes, she is, and so beautiful

Regulus: It's small features and oversized eyes trigger a hormonal response in humans. It's autonomic. It's what keeps us from eating them

Dorcas:...

Evan:...

Barty: Yeah but she's cute

Regulus: Obviously she's cute, she's Pandora's baby. I would kill for her

regulus doesn't move at all while sleeping but sirius will go to sleep in his bed and wake up under it with no recollection of how he got there

this is sirius about remus you can't tell me otherwise

gawky, lanky, loser, socially awkward boys who looks like they never spoke to a woman and probably never felt the touch of one. Why are you such loners? Do you even try? Can you make friends at all? Are you that insecure? Why don't you go out? Wanna exchange numbers? I'm free tonight, wanna meet up? Wanna kiss?

happy sirius black day :')

“happy birthday,” lily said, sitting down next to him. “this is not exactly how you would have liked to spend your birthday, is it?”

“it’s not.” sirius didn’t know if he had voiced his thoughts — maybe he had, or hadn’t.

“you don’t have to be alone,” james told him, and his voice seemed to come from somewhere far away, almost as if at the end of a tunnel. “you’re not alone.”

he is, thought, and the cell is cold.