Harry: In My Defence, I Was Left Unsupervised.

*The Balck brothers speaking French*

James: *Literally melts on the spot and finds it extremely hot*

Remus: Shut the fuck up, I don't speak croissant.

The Black Brothers trying to explain his trauma to people

imagine how much of a fucking horrible person you have to be that on the first day your elected into office the crisis calls of a Suicide Prevention Project Go Up 33%. The Trevor Project Received over 1,400 Call By Early Monday Afternoon. Most of those calls, if not all, are coming from children. Children scared of you and what you will do. Imagine how much power and how horrible you have to be to do that.

gay.

Sirius: where’d Prongs and Moony go?

“important” - Jegulus microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - 340 words

Regulus is sitting in one of his favorite spots in the castle. It’s a secluded alcove behind a tapestry on the fifth floor in a corridor that barely anyone ever uses. He loves it because he can sit and read in peace, and no one could ever find him. 

“Hey Reg.” Remus says casually as he slips behind the tapestry.

“What the fuck, Lupin!” Regulus jumps slightly “How the fuck did you find me?”

“Not important.” Remus brushes him off, “Listen, we need to talk about you and James.”

“What about me and James?” Regulus asks feigning ignorance.

“You two need to get your shit together because you’re driving us all insane.” Remus tells him.

“I don’t know what you’re—” Regulus starts.

“Reg, it’s obvious you like him. And it’s obvious he likes you—”

“He doesn’t like me.” Regulus interrupts in a weak voice as he stares down at his lap.

“Regulus,” Remus’ voice softens, and he leans down to try and make eye contact, “There is no way that boy doesn’t like you. I’m pretty sure he’s in love with you. And I know you’re probably just as scared as he is. He’s terrified to do anything and risk losing what you already are to each other. But you could be so much more. And I know you both want that, and you can have it.”

Regulus keeps looking at his lap, he feels his eyes starting to water.

“But what if…?” Regulus trails off, not even wanting to voice his fears out loud.

“He wants what you want. I promise.” Remus whispers firmly as he squeezes Regulus’ shoulder reassuringly.

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Meanwhile…   

James’ back is against the stone wall and Barty’s wand is pressed into his throat.

“I swear to Salazar, Potter, if you do not talk to him in the next 24 hours, I will hex you every hour, on the hour until you do! Get your shit together, you’re driving us all insane!” Barty growls at him then unceremoniously drops his wand and walks away without another word.

blood ritual — James and Lily Potter circa 1981

meeeeee

Reblog if you've ever stayed up all night to read a fanfiction about dead gay wizards on a School night

I'll say it louder for the people in the back. Women/girls aren't the only people who suffer from €at!ng D!$ord€rs.

hc/au where ancient greek is annabeth’s first language. i mean she comes out of athena’s head right? who probably thinks in greek? she constantly defaults to it, and doesn’t even process she’s doing it half the time because most people at camp dont bat an eye. hc that when percy and annabeth are studying and trying to explain something to the other they unconsciously switch to greek (especially where annabeth and english class is concerned. my girl canonically hates english books). the majority of the time they’re only really speaking in half english half greek. annabeth says something in greek, percy responds in english or latin and vice versa. the first time paul blofis witnesses them do it, it’s before he finds out percy’s a demigod, and as an english major, is like. what the fuck did that kid just speak in greek. sally is like yea his dad is greek haha…and paul is like?? ancient?? greek?? yes paul, yes.