#JAMES IS MY BARBIE

[clem900]

100%

[eggnogtoast]

the gang goes to therapy.

[erraticcowboy]

if your name is francis rawdon moira crozier, your sleep paralysis demon looks like this — belated halloween pic!!!

[snoji]

oh shoot !

[interstellarlyinlove]

Mutual pining (May 12th)

Word count: 700

@wolfstarmicrofic

Sirius screams into his pillow. James startles, knocking the pot of ink on the desk all over his admittedly horrible essay. 

“Godric! What the hell?” James and Sirius are the only ones in their dorm room and Sirius has apparently gone crazy.

“Why won’t he talk to me?” Sirius asks, throwing the pillow on the floor. “Why won’t he just talk to me?”

“Remus literally talks to you all the time,” James says, and he doesn’t need to ask who Sirius is referring to because who else would it be? “And pick up that pillow. This room barely fits all of us when it is tidy.”

“But no, he doesn’t. James, he doesn’t. Not about the things that matter, anyway.” Sirius doesn’t say anything about the pillow but he does pick it up.

“What are the things that matter, again?” James asks, turning his chair around to look at Sirius. 

Sirius blinks. “I just mean that–”

“What is the last thing you two talked about?”

“How peeling an orange is the epitome of love, apparently,” Sirius says. And he doesn’t even say it to be funny. He’s completely earnest.

James truly cannot believe that Remus and Sirius don’t know that they’re already dating. “You talked about– how did that conversation start?”

“I’m not really sure. But, see? I want to talk to Remus about things that matter. And things that don’t matter, as well, like love oranges. It was a really lovely conversation, James. Easy flowing and funny and–”

“Love oranges are funny?”

“Well, Remus is funny, so yeah.”

James nods. He doesn’t want to point out the obvious and tell Sirius to just ask Remus to marry him already if only to see how long it takes Sirius to figure out that Remus is obsessed with him as well.

“Can you help me make a list?”

“Sure,” James says. He tilts his head. “Of what?”

“Of like, conversation starters.”

“You need conversation prompts to talk with Remus?” James raises an eyebrow. Remus and Sirius literally don’t shut up.

“I need conversation prompts to talk about deep things with Remus.”

James starts laughing, and he can’t stop. “Deep things?”

“Oh, fuck off.”

Remus doesn’t sleep well the week before the full moon. James doesn’t sleep well, ever. They snuck out into the Forbidden Forest after Remus broke more quills than James could justify during their late-night library study session. 

“What do you think my animagus would be?” Remus asks as they are walking. “And don’t say a wolf because I will gouge your eyes out.”

James laughs. “I wasn’t going to. An eagle.”

“That’s cool.”

James shrugs. “You’re cool. It makes sense.”

“Sometimes I feel that it’s unfair to Sirius that I like him,” Remus says, and James knows that is what Remus wanted to say in the first place. “That’s a stupid thing to say. I’m sorry.”

James flicks Remus’ head. “Don’t apologize, you twat.”

Remus smiles. “You’re the twat.”

“And it is a stupid thing to say. How is it unfair?”

“You know what I mean.”

“No, I don’t. At all.” James shakes his head. He hates that Remus thinks that. If only he could put his two friends in a room and force them to say these things to each other. “Sirius is lucky that you like him. I wish you liked me instead. Screw that guy, come make out with me.”

Remus laughs. “I would totally make out with you. But the heart wants what it wants." Remus pauses. "The heart is a bitch.”

“Is it the hair?” James asks. “I can totally grow my hair out if you want. Did you know my dad has this whole hair business empire thing? And if it’s the eyes there are spells for that! It definitely isn't the music talent, right? He’s the worst person in the choir. And I’m better at Quidditch.”

Remus whistles. “You really are the whole package, Jamie.”

“Damn right!”

“It's the Sirius,” Remus says, then he groans. “Wow. That’s humiliating. I can’t believe I actually said that.”

James pats Remus’ back. “It happens in the best of families, I’m afraid.” Remus chuckles and James really hopes Remus and Sirius figure it out soon.

[borvooven]

Treated Jamie like a dress up doll smh

[13o7billionyearsinthemaking]

8 engines jailed for complaints from towns nearby.

Found at Covan's Gate around 2 am , toddlering around after a drank of contaminated liquid from a water tower unknown to science, causing confusion and delay everywhere they rail on!

There's currently an investigation on the scene, the engines will be interrogated.

[enbysiriusblack]

marauders core four:

[crayonturtle]

b team boys for the win!

[mingot-studios]

Can I say something that might be controversial?

I HATE Maria's original outfit.

Not because it's sexualized or revealing, but because it's just an eyesore!

Like, what is even going on here??

I mean that burgundy cropped sweater-coat thing with that bright pink leopard print tube skirt with a matching choke while wearing those idk black flat-heeled work boots that don't go with anything??? Coupled with that amateur looking makeup??

I'd say she must've gotten dressed in the dark but it's accurate to say the dark dressed her.

Oh before you go and say "o it was based on an outift Christina Aguilera wore🤪" I AM AWARE! 😡

Unfortunately, the color scheme (and those fucking boots) they decided to give Maria just makes it an assault on the eyes

all i can say is thank GOD bloober team decided to give her a much-needed glow-up,

[derrygalpals]

Bonus:

[resident-gay-bitch]

Every time I write for wolfstar I feel like I’m betraying prongsfoot and vise versa. Being a multishipper is a hard line to walk 😭

[petulant-plants]

Being so honest I read dark rise, reread all of captive prince, and then reread dark rise, and that whole time anytime I thought of James and Laurent I would think “I’m just like you,,, you’re just like me…”

[papa-evershed]

Rob James-Collier as Pat McKerrod A CHRISTMAS STAR 🌟

[snoji]

obvious jim kirk art references

[tampire]

Gotham Barbie Posters Bonus: