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Speechless wc: 1003

Regulus burst into his dorm in a fury. Potter had been following him around for weeks now. He hasn't been able to go anywhere without seeing that messy head of hair, that perpetually smiling face, those worn to shit red trainers, somehow around every corner.

He's like an overbearing little sibling.

The irony of that is not lost on Regulus.

Most of the time he's been able to brush the Gryffindor off. Ignoring the “Hey Reg! You look nice today”, or the “Regulus! Good luck on the game against Hufflepuff!”, with an eye roll and a brisk pace. But, boy was Potter persistent. Offen catching him on a late night walk through the halls of the castle or at the end of a grueling quidditch practice, when he's weak, when his guards are down. These are the times when he entertained the other boy. Allows the boy to sit next to him, tell his stories, ask his questions, sometimes Regulus would even answer.

But today something horrible happened. Something that was absolutely, under no circumstances, allowed to happen. It all started when Regulus, who was already having a very bad day, walked into the quidditch locker room to change for an early warmup, only to find James fucking Potter already there. And as the loveliest cherry on top, the bloody Gryffindor was shirtless.

This particular piece of information should not have felt as important as it did at that moment. I mean, he's seen shirtless boys before. In his dorm. In this very locker room. And, yes, sometimes those shirtless boys were not bad to look at, but it never felt like this.

Potter had obviously just finished a workout. His usually unruly hair clinging to his forehead with sweat, weighed down into gentle curls around his temple and at the back of his neck. His dark skin glistened even in the low light of the empty room. He even, as an added bit of torture, had his far too tight quidditch trousers still on. Gods, it was obscene. Absolutely rakish.

It was only then that he finally let his eyes fall on Potter's face, finding an expectant look already there, like he was waiting for a response.

Oh shit.

God had Potter said something?

“Er…. um… Sorry?” Regulus began to stammer. Getting increasingly warmer still in his sweater and cloak from the walk down.

“Glad to see you finally found my eyes.” Potter’s usually warm, inviting smile going crooked. The smirk revealed something far more devilish in the taller boy's eyes.

Regulus’ eyes immediately widened. Warmth overtaking his whole face. Biting the inside of his cheek in an attempt to keep hold of the neutral, impassive, expression he usually wore like armor, as he scrambled for something to say to keep the attention away from how red his cheeks had become.

“You're in my way,” is what he eventually decided on.

“No I’m not.” smile growing.

“That's my locker”

“You have room.”

“Well you made a mess.”

“I was on my way out-”

“Not fast enough apparently.”

“- but someone interrupted me.”

Something about the way he said it made Regulus trip on his own word. Hesitating long enough for Potter's smirk to bloom into a full on grin, but the devilish look remained. Maybe even strengthened. In that moment he also realized that James had somehow already taken several steps closer to him. There was only an arms length between them now, and Regulus couldn't find it within himself to retreat.

With one final step, Potter closed the gap. Leaning down slightly, bringing his lips to Regulus’ ear. Warm breath tickling his neck.

“You look nice today, Regulus.”

Regulus shuddered at the low timber of his voice.

“Weren't you leaving?” Regulus drawed. Surprised by his own ability to keep his voice even in this moment.

“I would but,” dropping his voice to a whisper, “You're in my way.”

And, boy, did Regulus want to bite back at him, but as he turned he realized he was still standing directly in front of the only exit. Regulus swiftly stepped to the side, out of James Potter's reach. He watched as James turned, throwing a hoodie over his bare chest, grabbing his gear, and making for the exit. Not missing the opportunity to throw an infuriatingly smooth wink at Regulus as he passed by and out the door.

He stood, for God knows how long, rooted in that spot, running over what the hell just happened to him.

This is how he finds himself now, crashing back into his dorm, furious. He thinks about that smile as he kicks the closest poster bed, hard. He thinks about that look in Potter's eye as he picks up a book and hurls it at the far wall. He thinks about how his breath felt on his neck as he flops down face first in his own bed.

“Fuuuuuuuuuuck,” the cry of anguish muffled by his pillow.

This was

Not

Happening

“Hmmmmmm, well that was quite the overreaction.” a new voice remarked.

Regulus jolted up, whipping around to face whoever just witnessed, whatever that was, only to find Pandora Rosier sitting politely on her brother's bed, smiling.

“I would have thought seeing James shirtless would have been more fun for you.” She said passively. Like making a declaration about the weather and not about the source of shame currently eating away at Regulus’ insides. He blanched, mouth dropping open, and immediately felt heat rise to his face for the second, excruciating, time that day.

“How did you… What did… But…” Intense feeling of deja vu overtaking him at his inability to find his words.

Pandora just smiled, standing and grabbing her things. She pressed a finger to her lips as she spun around and flounced through the door. Finally leaving Regulus alone.

He stared after her for a moment before flopping back down on his bed. Image of that beautiful smile returning to the forefront of his mind.

Oh dear Godl. What the hell was he gonna do about this?

“Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuccccck.”

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some fucking resources for all ur writing fuckin needs

* body language masterlist

* a translator that doesn’t eat ass like google translate does

* a reverse dictionary for when ur brain freezes

* 550 words to say instead of fuckin said

* 638 character traits for when ur brain freezes again

* some more body language help

(hope this helps some ppl)

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not to do this again. but i simply can't. deal. with the whole. i don't read wips attitude. i can't. I AM NOT. talking about people who have some disability etc. that makes reading wips hard for whatever reason. i'm talking more about the general attitude of like. i want long fics but only once they're completely finished. that is a WILD ask my guy. wild. read wips. READ WIPS. it just needs to be less socially acceptable in this space not to read wips. i am so tired of getting comments being like "i never read wips but--" my guy wut. READ WIPS. WIPS are the backbone of this fandom, i cannot stress this enough. fanfiction will die out if you don't read and engage with wips. who are yall and where do you think u are?

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You guys push lily aside to have your mlm ship that doesn’t even have them interacting even ONCE in the books or movies and for what?

Oh, so you only like canon ships? So you only ship jily and xenodora and fralice, right? .........right? You must looooove remadora too because you're so concerned about canon ships. And you're also this passionate about lucissa and belladolphus, because they're also canon and happen in the books.

And you send this to wolfstar shippers and nobleflower shippers and pandalily shippers and quillkiller shippers, right? I'm sure you do. I'm sure this is out of real concern for the source material.

I'm sorry that my gay agenda and lack of respect for canon which was created by a transphobic terf piece of shit is getting in the way of you mysoginistically reducing women to being incubators "because that's what the books say".

"No, Katie, I didn't say that I want Lily to only be a wife and mother." Okay, cool. Tell me about Lily CANONICALLY without mentioning James or Harry or Snape. In fact, tell me about Lily without mentioning men using quotes and page numbers from the books. I'll wait.

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how i think the marauders and co would be at cooking

Regulus: He taught himself to cook months after moving out, only deciding to do so after being displeased by the section of freezer meals in the supermarket. His methods are questionable. Is it edible? It's also questionable. but he can feed himself so he doesn't care too much. 

Barty:  He does not know how to use spices. His food is always undersalted and way too spicy. He just added all that Cayanne cause it looked cool. Garlic? what's that? but all his food is edible and he somehow doesn't notice the spice. 

Pandora: She makes fairy cakes. If it doesn't look cute then she doesn't make it. She has actually full on sobbed in the kitchen before because her cake didn't turn out well. but she is so good at whimsical cakes with the oddest flavours. If you've not had a soy sauce and caramel cake before you have now. 

Evan: He will make the daintiest thing you have ever seen and the disappear. He knows how to make all the weird parts of animals taste good somehow. you would never know he picked up a spatula in his life unless he chose to tell you, only his closest friends know. 

Dorcas: Likes to cook, but doesn't cook for fun. She likes to try a new recipe every week. 

Lily: She can not cook to save her life. She knows the basics, boxed mac and cheese, and scrambled eggs. 

Mary: She loves to bake. And she's good at it. It's just a hobby, but she could do it for a living if she tired. she especially likes decorating cakes and making cherry pastries. 

Marlene: She is surprisingly really good at cooking some things, but will also burn water, she once caught her toaster on fire, but she will make the best pasta you've ever had. 

Remus: The best at comfort foods. He would always cook with his mom. He has that effortless feel in the kitchen. He can make the best soup and mac and cheese you have ever tasted. He will wow you by making homemade dinosaur chicken nuggets. He is also so picky. so he wants to know what is in his food. he tends to make more plain things but knows the things he makes very well. 

Sirius: Stress baker. He will make trays and trays of muffins when he feels guilty. He knows all the fancy things, and can and will cook you an apple tart or macarons from memory. He loves to bake things to give to people he loves. And if he doesn't like you, you will never taste a thing he's made ever. 

Peter: He's just a natural. He cooks some of the best food ever. If he offers to cook dinner, no one is saying no. 

James: He knows all the family recipes, He can cook like a pro. But he struggles with new recipes, If he isn't taught he can't copy them. the reading comprehension just goes out the window. 

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You know the ship is good when you receive death threats for shipping it

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Hi guys <3

I just wanted to talk about something that's really hit me this morning.

I feel like in the past few months, many people in this fandom have chosen to take a step back from fandom spaces, especially more interactive ones like twitter, tiktok, tumblr, etc. We've had a huge influx of people binding works for profit, sending hate on multiple platforms, and literally chasing people out of the fandom. Just this morning, I watched a tiktok of someone in this fandom reading hateful messages he received, and some of them were literal death threats.

Don't get me wrong- I do not blame a single person for privating their works, removing their creations, or taking a step back from fandom. In fact, I think it's absolutely warranted, and mental health comes first. While I would never delude myself into thinking I am as well-known as some of the people who struggle with these things, I myself have considered taking a break a few times, as it can definitely be overwhelming.

However, fandom is first and foremost and escape for me. I use it as a means of coping with past traumas and current stressors, and I have seen the way it has helped literally thousands of people deal with similar things.

I have to be honest. For years, fandom was a more-taboo community of 'nerds' and 'geeks.' When I was a kid, it was absolutely unheard of to read fanfiction, and I hid in my room for hours reading fanfiction.net, terrified someone would find me. But since it's become more socially acceptable, I feel like hate and judgement has only grown.

But the thing is, so many of you guys are ruining this. The hate you are spreading because you don't like a ship or because you dislike the way a fic has been written or because you, god forbid, hate that a character is written as feminine, is ruining this space for so many people. For god's sake, if you don't like it, don't fucking read it. Don't like Jegulus? Don't read it. Don't like transfem Sirius? Don't read it.

For so many people this is the only safe space.

And I'm gonna be so honest when I say that I need this safe space. This is something that keeps me going and helps me so much. So please, before you send hate, or bash a ship, or say something negative about anyone, remember that this is supposed to be fun. This is supposed to be a safe space. This is supposed to be positive. And you are interacting with PEOPLE. Nobody here is a deity, nobody here is above it all, and nobody here deserves the hate that has been spread. (Except JK Rowling).

Sending love <3

P.s. this is NOT me asking you to go after the people spreading the hate. While I enjoy teasing trolls as much as the next person, sending more hate is not the answer.

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Dorlene <3

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tragic gay

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Mansplain: Remus

Manipulate: Sirius

Male Wife: James

I will take no other variations

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your favourite artist’s favourite artist

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you're kidding.....

edit: these are from 2022 AND THERES MORE!

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The Moon and the Star

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THIS IS WHAT IVE BEEN SAYING

ok hear me out him as evan rosier