Regulus knew James would fight for him no matter what. That he would put himself in harm's way for Regulus, Death Eaters, and Dark Lord be damned. The only way he could think of to protect James was to absolutely make him hate him. Regulus put the performance of a lifetime, insulting Jame's best friends, saying horrible things about muggleborns and halfbloods and being a true imitation of his mother. James could only just whisper "please don't do this," but when Regulus cruelly insulted Remu's lycanthropy, he just couldn't do it anymore. James found comfort in Lily's arms, knowing that she too was heartbroken by Mary. Regulus had to watch the man he loved being in a relationship with the girl he told him not to worry about thinking that if James moved on so quickly, their relationship probably didn't mean anything to him. James had to go through the rest of his life thinking that Regulus hated him and trying very hard to hate him back but absolutely failing, because when he closed his eyes at night all he could think about was dark black curls and stars
I simultaneously love and hate imagining the Black brothers before the world around them tore them apart. When they were just little kids who weren't yet aware of the brutality that existed all around them - Sirius and Regulus running around, playing at being grown wizards, drawing, trying to cook, annoying the house elves. And yes, sometimes they fought, because that's what siblings do, but whenever Regulu's eyes welled up with tears, Sirius always caved in because no matter what, his love for Regulus was much bigger than his anger
Sirius and James had to write an exam on muggle American History and they decided to prepare for it by watching Hamilton repeatedly, multiple times in their dorm the week before said exam and even though Remus really did study a shit ton, when he sat down to write the actual exam the only thing in his brain was godamn "Guns and Ships"
James tried wearing contacts once and absolutely hated it. He started crying when it was time to take them out because he got scared of putting his fingers in his eyes, and half the Gryffindor common room came to calm him down it was a whole thing
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"My mental illness makes me funny" is SUCH BULLSHIT. When I was deep in my mental illness, I was the most boring,tiring,self obsessed person ever. All I could think and focus on was my suffering, I didn't care about people around me, I pushed everyone who tried to help me away, and I literally cried and slept all day. You think I could have been fucking funny back then?! My humour comes from how much I enjoy life now that I can participate in it, how excited I am about every little new thing that I can try and how much beauty I find in human connections and making others laugh (This is not to demonise people who are still deep in their mental illness but I'm just so tired of the way mental health is treated and portrayed on the interent. It's not funny or quirky it's important shit)
Peter stress bakes. It'll be the night before a big exam, and Peter will just be sitting in the kitchen at 3 am making cupcakes. One night James woke up to get a glass of water and caught Peter there with flour all over his hands lowley hypervilating so he just stayed awake and baked with him for the rest of night (they made star and wolf shaped pancakes as breakfast for the others) (they ended up sleeping on the couch at 6)
I am so obsessed with the idea of Remus having a really hard time coming to terms with his sexuality and going through this difficult journey of self-discovery all by himself. I mean he always kinda knew that his disinterest in girls was kinda weird but when he turned 15 he started to realise that the way his eyes would follow different boys he found pretty was the same way James' eyes lingered on Lily. He already was difficult to love in his mind,being a werewolf and all, he was afraid that asking his best friends to embrace that additional part of himself would be too much. So he became distant, he closed himself off, and the situation became even more difficult for him when he caught himself staring at Sirius for a bit too long. All of that dramatic, serious, self discovery stuff and James fucking Potter had the audacity of just explaining "oi fellas I think I like boys and girls by the way" on a random Monday afternoon like it was NOTHING
Accurate description of what going out during summer in Greece feels like
Me, in the summer heat, taking 2 points of fire damage every second: aeugh aeugh aeugh ough eough ough eaugh
I think the fact that it's pride month and a James Potter kinnie ISNT kissing me is extremely homophobic
OKAY HEAR ME OUT I GOT AN IDEA. So we all know that Walburga would get absolutely furious whenever she saw Sirius receiving a letter from an owl,knowing its from one of his "dirty,traitor friends" so she would get furious at him and punish him even though it wasn't really his fault. Sirius never really told the rest of the Marauders cause he didn't want to worry them, but they understood that they should only write to him sparsely. One time, James sent a whole ass broom as a gift to Sirius, and it arrived a few days after Sirius had run away from the house. Fortunately, Regulus took notice of the owl before his parents did and decided to send it back to the Potter household, not without writing a letter, first absolutely cursing Potter. James didn't expect Regulus to bring the broom back let alone write and he got so shocked by just how beautiful Siriu's little brother's handwriting is and his flowery choice of words even while writing an angry letter. And BOOM letter correspondence and then they fell in love