Every Time I See An Obviously-queer Middle Schooler Wearing A Walmart Nirvana Shirt Try And Discreetly

Creep hitting on Regulus @ the bar:

GUY: What’s your body count, beautiful?

REG: That depends.

GUY: On what?

REG: Wether you’re asking how many guys I’ve “taken home” or how many I’ve taken out ☠️

REG (whispers): Both are higher than you’d think.

JAMES: …I want him in a way that’s concerning to my life expectancy.

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Sister - @black-brothers-microfic - wc: 526 - Starchaser + Sirius

TW: Walburga's A+ Parenting, TW: Misgendering

James had spent summers at the Potter house, in the raucous warmth of his parents’ love, in a place where laughter carried through the walls and arguments ended in ruffled hair and biscuits shoved into hands. This summer, though, he was spending it at the Black household.

It was Sirius’ idea, because of course it was. Sirius had announced it over breakfast, a reckless glint in his eye, as if daring his mother to object. She had only hummed, seemingly uninterested, which made Sirius all the more suspicious. But when James arrived, he understood why she had allowed it.

She wanted an audience.

“Your sister has no manners, as always,” Walburga commented idly from her place at the head of the dining table, watching as Regulus—her son, her son—sat across from James, stabbing at his food with a fork gripped too tightly.

James felt his stomach turn. His gaze flicked to Sirius, who was gripping his knife as if debating throwing it across the table. Regulus didn’t even flinch. He was used to it, James realized, which made the whole thing worse.

“Regulus,” James said loudly, pointedly, as if to correct Walburga without outright challenging her. “Do you want to come flying with me later?”

Regulus lifted his gaze, something like appreciation flickering in his eyes before it was snuffed out by exhaustion. “Maybe,” he murmured, voice clipped, but James knew him well enough by now to recognize that it wasn’t directed at him.

Walburga didn’t even acknowledge the interaction. She continued as though James hadn’t spoken, turning instead to Sirius. “And you allow her to behave this way, indulging these childish delusions.”

James felt his grip tighten around his fork, but Sirius was faster, standing so abruptly his chair scraped against the floor with a violent screech. “He,” Sirius snarled, leaning over the table, eyes flashing dangerously. “You will address him properly, or you won’t address him at all.”

Regulus, still seated, closed his eyes briefly. He looked so tired. James wanted to reach for his hand, but he knew better than to make it worse by drawing more attention to him.

Walburga merely scoffed, dabbing at her lips with a napkin as if bored. “You always were so dramatic,” she mused. “No wonder you embarrass me.”

James stood then, matching Sirius’ stance, and while he didn’t glare like Sirius did, his voice was firm when he said, “Regulus is brilliant. If anyone should be embarrassed, Mrs. Black, it’s you.”

The air grew tense. For a moment, James swore Walburga would strike him down on the spot, but instead, she exhaled, as if disappointed, before rising from her seat.

“I expected nothing less from a Potter,” she murmured before sweeping out of the room. The silence she left behind felt suffocating.

Sirius collapsed back into his chair with a long sigh, dragging his hands down his face. “Well, that was fun.”

Regulus exhaled sharply, not quite a laugh but something close. When he finally met James’ gaze again, there was a quiet sort of gratitude in his eyes, even as he muttered, “You didn’t have to do that.”

James shrugged. “Yeah, I did.”

the ‘big three’ of coping mechanisms are jerking off, fucking up your hair, and playing your favorite music real loud

All the political discourse rn and I have seen NOBODY talking about The Third Wave???? Do you know what that is???? No???? Well Imma tell you! in 1967 high school teacher Ron Jones conducted an experiment during a lecture on the holocaust when they couldn't understand how the German people could allow the Nazi's to do such things to the jewish people. Jones started a movement called "The Third Wave" and told his students that the movement aimed to eliminate democracy. Jones postulated that democracy’s focus on individuality was against mankind’s “authoritarian” nature, which he aimed to emphasize with the movement’s motto: "Strength through discipline, strength through involvement." and only made simple changes on the first day like asking his students to sit properly, to raise their hands before speaking, and to address him as Mr. Jones. The experiment was meant to be only one day, but the students took to it. On day two a salute was made and the movement was called the third wave. It began to grow as his students not only took to his tactics, but other students wanted to join in. The line "Strength through community" was added in. And then on the third day as the movement grew again, the motto "Strength through action" was added. Students were given member cards, taught how to initiate new members, and were instructed to report anyone who did not abide by the rules. By the fourth day the experiment was blowing out of Jones' control so he told the students that it was a nationwide movement, and that he next day a presidential candidate of the Third Wave would announce its existence to the public. Students were asked to attend a rally at noon the next day, and three students who dissented were banished to the library while the rally was held- where jones had other friends pretend to be speakers before revealing the "president" of the movement: Adolf Hitler.

It emphasized being careful about who you follow. The experiment was made into a tv movie in 1981 called The Wave (which I highly recommend watching btw), and shows how easily people can fall into fascism. Please watch it or read the novel of the same name by Todd Strasser, or Check out the wikipedia page. Get yourself educated and use what you learn to protect your loved ones please.

25 Days of Jegumas. - @noblehouseofgay - Traditions - 362 Words

Regulus sighed, smoothing down his skirt in the mirror. He looked ridiculous. He looked like a girl. Of course he did. Stupid Black family and their stupid Christmas parties. He’d gotten by in trousers when it was just him and Sirius there, but nooo, of course he had to wear a dress at the Christmas party.

“Don’t you look wonderful.” Sirius said dryly as he walked in, and Regulus was immediately jealous of the dress robes he got to wear. Well, he was always jealous of how Sirius looked, but especially now.

“Why do you get to wear trousers…” Regulus mumbled, tugging the ugly bejeweled beret out of his hair and let his short curls fall in his face.

“Because our mother is a transphobic bitch.” He said simply. “I could trim up your hair before if you like.” Regulus shook his head. “I don’t need Mother to have another reason to yell at me.”

“Well, you look lovely anyway. Men look excellent in skirts. I’d swap with you if I could.” That made Regulus snort softly, because he knew Sirius wasn’t lying. He’d seen him stealing his friend McKinnon’s skirts on multiple occasions.

Regulus turned back to the mirror, pale and green. 

“I look like her.” He croaked out.

“You don’t. You look like my very handsome brother. And I’m sure James will agree.” Regulus spun around on his heel. “You invited James?” 

He grinned. “Thought it might help. It took a lot of convincing on Mother’s part, but nonetheless, he’s waiting for you downstairs.” Regulus didn’t need further invitation, sprinting down the stairs and right into his boyfriend’s arms.

“I missed you.” He mumbled into his shoulder.

“Missed you more.” He smiled against his hair.

“You look great.”

“Sirius told you to say that.”

“He did. But it’s still the truth. You look most beautiful in what you’re comfortable in though.”

“I’m comfortable in y–”

“Oi!” They both turned to see Sirius descending the stairs like the main character of a novel.“Do not. Not in front of me. It’s repulsive.”

Regulus giggled and buried his face back in James’ neck, and James was more than happy to let him.

ok but what about a fic that's canon compliant except rosekiller are raising luna... and then they decide to raise harry too

what if xenophilius also died in the accident that killed pandora so luna was adopted by her uncles? what if evan finds out that dumbledore is raising harry to destroy the rest of voldemort's horcruxes (and himself, considering he is one) and absolutely loses his shit because one of his best friends and his sister died trying to get rid of one? what if he and barty decide to just steal harry after that?

harry getting to king's cross after his second year and finding that the dursleys aren't there because they were told not to come. luna appearing out of nowhere and telling him he's going to be staying with her family now, and her family being two guys who look absolutely murderous until they see her.

also can we imagine the order of the phoenix dynamic. like omfg rosekiller and sirius would be screaming at each other 24/7 and this is 100% how sirius finds out how regulus died and what dumbledore is doing with harry. i just. it would be very fun to write but also very angsty (and that's what this fandom loves, isn't it?)

From a queer elder…

Being queer isn’t supposed to be palatable to non-queers.

We don’t tick little squares on a checklist of “queer enough”, we obliterate the checklist.

We defy societal norms that say our bodies, families or relationships have to look a certain way.

Queer is the insult we took away from oppressors. We’re here, we’re queer, get used to it.

The people who hate us will hate us regardless of how palatable we make ourselves.

Stop licking fascist boots by policing queers who are queer in different ways than you.

Oh, someone is bi/pan trans lesbian with he/him pronouns? So what! They’re welcome on the rainbow. Their identity doesn’t have to make sense to you, it has to make sense to them.

Our identities don’t make sense to non-queers. They see us as unnatural and disgusting, so why are you turning around and crapping that same garbage out at your own community??

Once you drive the visible queers underground, the same people who hate us all will target you next. Nobody will defend you because you drove away everybody who would have.

Enough already!

— sincerely, an old queer.

Regulus: *sucking on a popsicle* Lily: Pfft, you practicing for when James gets here? Regulus: *takes a huge ass bite out of the popsicle* Lily: *Concern*