#my precious little babies

[motherismotheringggg]

everyday i pray no one told them to hold hands and they just did it instinctively 🙂‍↕️

[koumeowkami]

"if nayuta was having fun then i don't need anything else" SCREAMING CRYING KICKING MY FEET

[deoidesign]

sometimes I feel like discord is lacking emojis and so I make them myself. these ones in particular are my favorites

frog, toad, and soup!

Feel free to use them if you'd like!

[lolli-says-stuff]

My precious little babies have been delivered to me.

[lostwriter--xx3]

Excuse me mg @journeyfoot who are you and why didn't I know you before and what's the idea with you making me cry in the middle of a weekday

A Sirius who takes pride in his magic, who running with James, created a number of spells. James was his everything, his fun, his heart, his best friend, he was, essentially Sirius’ magic. It was that, exactly that, Sirius wanted to keep protected, which is why when he cast his Patronus and a bright strong stag soared from the tip of his wand he’d kept it hidden.

“Oh I can’t cast it.” Sirius had said quite simply whenever he was asked. It was inconvenient for the order but knowing his home life nobody pried. Knowing the suspicion they cast on him for his family, Sirius wasn’t surprised.

Sirius was often a bit afraid, really, of what his Patronus meant. A swimming feeling in his stomach, even with the blinding happiness that swarmed the stag. To ruin their relationship- to ruin James with these feelings, that was a nightmare. So it was most unfortunate what his reality was afterwards. After his death, after the imprisonment. Each hour he thought about James, his eyes, his chest, still, and glasses broken off to the side.

When his feet, for the first time in twelve years, touched the cold, damp grass of a forest just beyond a nasty shore, he’d fumbled for the wands he’d nabbed from guards, most of them having sunken to the bottom of the ocean, surely. There was one left, just one, and it felt right, clutching it, praying like a muggle. “Expecto Patronum” he’d rasped like a lifeline.

Knowing what he’d see, that stag, James, his James, still alive in this way. All at once the fiery blue dies out , a rush of pure grief flooding him. ‘Think’ he thought, tying to grasp at any happy memory of his heart, finding nothing but broken glasses and open, unseeing eyes.

Don’t think he gave up. Again and again, that year he’d manage a wand, or at times just his hands, pleading to James’ soul to show itself. It does not come. He calls and James does not answer. His grief weighed more than his love, it seemed, and it pulled and pulled him deeper and deeper into its sludge-like ocean with all the wands he’d cast with lying at the bottom.

“Oh? No, I can’t cast it, kiddo.” Sirius snorts nonchalantly, leaning back in his chair so far Harry thought he ought to be horizontal. “But yours is brilliant enough for the both of us.”

[andrewsknives]

don’t you dare tell me they’re not the bestest friends ever

[fuckoffwade]

"Say that again, bub?"

Muscle anatomy is my downfall! I have to relearn everything all over again if I want to draw my baby boy.

[circusinarun]

My baby, my baby~

[yurokiku]

Happy Halloween!!!! 🎃💚💙

[aeg3an]

She is the one thing holding me together

[rapidhighway]

draws him in red and blue draws him in red and blue draws him in red and blue draws him in red and blue draws him in red and blue draws him in red and blue draws h

[motherismotheringggg]

baby girl is baby girling harder and anyone has ever baby girled 💖

[artbyfuji]

yang at 12 years old would find an old polaroid of summer on a motorcycle decked out in leather chaps & her life is changed 4ever

[nibbelraz]

Look at him he's just a baby

[frnkiebby]

two pixel sewer rats for you guys~🎃

[mayormimii]

I’d die for Classic Teensy