#James Cousins

[stairnaheireann]

#OTD in 1878 – Birth of Irish women’s rights activist, Margaret (Gretta) Cousins, in Boyle, Co Roscommon.

Margaret (Gretta) Cousins, theosophist and feminist, was born Margaret Gillespie, daughter of a law clerk, in Boyle, Co Roscommon, and lived out her commitments on two continents. She took a music degree in Dublin in 1902, marrying James Cousins in 1903. She worked as a part-time music teacher, and joined him as a vegetarian, theosophist and medium, among Dublin’s literary circles. This activism…

[marvelomadness06]

Remus: James… why do you have bite marks on your arms?

James: *sweating nervously* OH- oh, Urm I was babysitting my little cousin and- and he bites. haha.

Remus: *raises one eyebrow*

Sirius: *sympathetic* That sucks mate. Reggie was a fucking biter too- reckon I’ve still got scars from the little shit.

James: *quietly squeaks*

Remus: *raises the other eyebrow*

James: … I’ve got to go *absolutely bolts*

Sirius: what was that about?

Remus: *sighs* It would appear that you and James have the same cousin.

[dorlilymylovesss]

Regulus is very spoiled

Sirius and Andromeda, who carry him around and buy him whatever he wants, Narcissa, who lets him borrow books from her personal library even though no one else is usually allowed to touch them.

belatrix, who teaches him to play the piano and shows him her soft side, which she rarely shows.

Regulus is their favorite, so he's grown up to be a bratty, hard-to-please guy

[myfavcharacterdidntdrown]

Sirius: Hey Prongs, I hope our children will get along just like cousins, you know not like me and my cousins but like other cousins that get along so well, I always see cousins having a really good bond

James: Yeah I hope so too

*5 years later*

James: Hey Pads, you know when you told me about that cousin thing with our children *sweating nervously*

Sirius: Yeah what’s up with that?

James: I took your words too serious

Sirius: What do you mean?

James:

Sirius: James what do you mea- oh no no no no. Please don’t tell me that-

James: Surprise?

Sirius: JAMES FLEAMONT POTTER, YOU’RE DEAD YOU LITTLE BROTHERFUCKER

[not-rab]

Regulus *to James/Sirius*: I don’t even have time to tell you how wrong you are.

Regulus: Actually, it’s gonna bug me if I don’t-

[yazpadfoot]

Marauders fans are the gay cousins of Harry potter fans family

[whoopsiesnodaisies]

Hot take (everyone expected it from me)

I think more about the Black Sisters than the Black brothers

Literally the idea that Andromeda escaped!! SHE MADE IT!! Only to have her daughter killed by Bellatrix! Her own sister!! THAT GETS ME

[helbrides]

the greater nassau polycule - black sails s1-4

[swag696942069]

Head canon that none of the Black cousins knew how to drive and so their respective partners attempt to teach them and it goes terribly wrong and most likely scares their partners for life.

Like just imagine;

James: Okay love, lightly push the gas pedal to start.

Regulus: Alright!:Absolutely floors it

....

Remus: alright, now what you want to do is make sure you check your mirrors before-

Sirius: I know Moony! Gods, you act like I'm an idiot.:Doesn't pay attention at all and nearly drives into a ditch-

....

Andromeda, already driving: And, which one is the break again?

Ted: *Has a panic attack*

....

Alice: Wow Cissa! You're doing suprising well, considering- :Looks over and notices Narcissa using the rearview mirror to fix her hair,:OH MY GODS, EYES ON THE ROAD!

....

Rita: Trixie, stop someone's trying to cross. Trixie. BELLATRIX STOP- OH MY GODS!

Bellatrix: oops!

[crabrat]

James: So I’m in the store looking for some garam masala (hot spice)……but you’re not here!

James: [the most obnoxious wink ever ]

Regulus:

[swiftiereg]

Regulus was Sirius‘ favorite cousin.

[stairnaheireann]

#OTD in 1878 – Birth of Irish women’s rights activist, Margaret (Gretta) Cousins, in Boyle, Co Roscommon.

#OTD in 1878 – Birth of Irish women’s rights activist, Margaret (Gretta) Cousins, in Boyle, Co Roscommon.

Margaret (Gretta) Cousins, theosophist and feminist, was born Margaret Gillespie, daughter of a law clerk, in Boyle, Co Roscommon, and lived out her commitments on two continents. She took a music degree in Dublin in 1902, marrying James Cousins in 1903. She worked as a part-time music teacher, and joined him as a vegetarian, theosophist and medium, among Dublin’s literary circles. This activism…

[lilithofpenandbook]

Seriously how can M*r*uders stans like random Slytherins (who tf are Evan Rosier, Pandora (is that Luna's mum and why tf is she Evan Rosier's twin in half of these), and I don't even want to discuss Regulus) and make them Actually Misunderstood Good People Who Were Forced Down That Path when at least one of them *coughreguluscough* was obsessed with Voldemort

And then turn around and make Snape an awful person?

[kent-farm]

—Supergirl, “The Adventures of Supergirl”

[khawlat]

THEO JAMES for Vogue Greece

[bimoonphases]

@wolfstarmicrofic July 23 - prompt 23: Rescue [word count 798]

Sirius had learned to recognise every single sound around him. He could hear the legions of rats plaguing Azkaban scurrying in the walls. They hadn’t come into his cell after the first night he had spent there, when the first rat to poke its head in the newcomer’s cell had ended up crushed in Padfoot’s jaw, paying for another rat. He could hear every sound traveling down the corridor. He could tell how many Dementors were by his cell by the swish of their coats alone. Sometimes a hysterical laughter echoed from who knew exactly where up to his cell. The first time he had heard it, Sirius had had to lean on the wall and had immediately transformed into Padfoot again, curling up in the corner opposite the door. Now when he heard it it barely fazed him.

“Hello there, Bella. Still alive then,” he would murmur before resuming what he was doing which was usually trying to stare out of the small grated window above his cot.

Other sounds traveled to his cell, mainly screams or begging, and other times a voice talking. Sirius had taken quite some time to recognise the voice, despite having heard it often in the corridors at Hogwarts years before. Crouch Jr. The only person left for him to blame for Regulus’s death since Orion and Walburga had apparently died from the utter shock of having no heirs left after October 31st. And now he was stuck in a place where the other’s voice would drift through the door, sometimes arguing loudly, sometimes possibly reciting whole pages of books Sirius remembered having studied himself, sometimes laughing almost as hysterically as Bellatrix, sometimes repeating the same word over and over like the night before when Sirius hadn’t been able to sleep because the whole prison seemed to be filled with one word.

“Rose, rose, rose, rose, rose, rose, rose.”

Come dawn, Sirius hadn’t been able to know if he wanted to ask Crouch when he had become so interested in botanic or just strangle him.

So it was natural for him to hear an unusual sound as soon as it echoed somewhere. Footsteps. The Dementors only glided, and no one was ever allowed to visit Azkaban. It was a double sound, as if two people were walking in the corridors, their steps different. Sirius was about to move to the door to better listen when the footsteps stopped somewhere. A couple of seconds later, his door blew up in a flash of bright green light and smoke. Sirius coughed and tried to better look at the shape coming through the smoke. He blinked, feeling his heart skip a beat, then he was crushed by two arms.

“I’m so sorry I’m late, my love,” Remus’s voice whispered in his ear.

“Moony,” Sirius looked up at his boyfriend’s face. “I thought… I mean, they must have told you…”

“They packed you up without even a trial and sent Harry away somewhere just as fast. It was all too easy, I knew something was missing even if I don’t know what.”

“I swapped with Peter. He was Secret Keeper instead of me.”

As he watched the colour drain from Remus’s face, Sirius realised he had never been able to say that sentence out loud. Remus swallowed.

“Alright,” he managed to say. “We’ll deal with this as soon as we’re back on land.”

“How did you get in here?”

“I had help,” Remus motioned to the door.

The green smoke had almost cleared by now, and on the threshold stood a pretty blonde woman, her hands calmly crossed on her very pregnant belly.

“Pandora Lovegood,” she smiled at him. “You might remember me as Pandora Rosier back in school.”

Sirius just nodded. The Rosier twins, other people who had constantly been around Regulus. He remembered the Order meeting when Alastor Moody had proudly announced Evan Rosier had been killed in a run-in with the Aurors.

“She’s got a knack for explosives,” Remus said as if it was the most natural thing in the world, running around Azkaban with the sister of a Death Eater. “The smoke stuns the Dementors as well.”

“But not forever,” Pandora said. “Come on, I have another cell door to blow up before we can go, and I don’t want to be too long, my husband worries easily.”

“Which door?” Sirius asked as he followed Remus in the corridor, strewn with motionless Dementors.

“Barty Crouch Jr,” Remus said. “I had to agree to it to rescue you.”

“Crouch?” Sirius repeated. “But he’s been condemned to life here!”

“As were you,” Pandora smiled. “Besides, there’s something him and me have to tell you about your brother.”

“Regulus?” Sirius breathed.

“Come on,” Pandora started down the corridor. “We have an awful lot to do.”