#the golden snitch

[glitchedmoon5]

The snitch that james always had with him? In my head, that is the snitch that regulus caught and james nicked it or or that reg gave it to him. like james is a chaser he's used to having quaffle in his hands his fascination for snitch is because reg gave it to him

[youre-a-w1zard-harry]

Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone (2001)

[qanishque]

The hall of mirrors stretches into an infinite expanse.

Forget the singular "I" for a moment.

We are not isolated disconnected islands, but nodes in a vast network of oceanic consciousness. Each reflecting and refracting the single light of awareness.

Then what is that ultimate truth that seems both unattainable and yet ever-present (what Kant called the noumenon)

Words can't really describe it.

Words are mere symbols, that p(a/o)ints its higher reality. While the bottomless ground is always slipping by.

There are no fixed paths, no guarantees.

After all, fact is a matter of speculation.

Hands on your broom. Are you in for the outside?

[kpop-sports-books-series-fangirl]

Quidditch Moodboard

[normally0]

Bela Lugosi, Master of The Dark Arts at Hogwarts, mastering Quidditch on his day off.

Bela Lugosi died in his sleep at about 6:45 p.m. on Thursday, August 16th, 1956. He was 73.

[shorthaltsjester]

@percahliaweek -- Day 6: Smoke / Sunshine

The Legend of Vox Machina, Seasons 1&2/The words of Theseus in Grief Lessons: Four Plays by Euripides, "Herakles," translated by Anne Carson

[whispered-secretsss]

Was in a fem tomarry mood - still on my fashion agenda. Plus A little sneak peek under the cut ;)

[ayemkew]

A peaceful moment by the lake for our Chosen One.

[basiatlu]

Tiny little snitches to probably just give away until I run out ♡

I put mine on the back of my switch dock - bc "which snitch goes on the switch" sounded funny in my head

[jungkooks1mp]

POTTER! COME OUT HERE RIGHT NOW!

I absolutely had to draw Harry with tattoos after reading ‘The Ferret’s Nest’ by @l0vegl0wsinthedark , it was a NEED

I tried my best with the placement of the tattoos since some of them weren’t specifically placed in any place so I hope it looks decent wjshsjdj but yes Harry with tattoos >>>>>>>>> ( Draco would agree)

[bananacat890203]

Flying creatures with Harry <3 Even Dementor wants to be with Harry lol

[onehundredflamingos]

@jegulus-microfic

24 / capture / 1478 words / NSFW / explicit sexual content

“I don’t think you’re fast enough, James,” Regulus taunted, holding the fluttering snitch high in the air. “Chasers are slow.” He had a wide grin on his face and the wind was mussing his dark hair around his face, and James could have stared at him forever in this light.

James licked his lips, forcing his eyes steady on Regulus’, knowing exactly what Regulus was doing — what he wanted from James.

“Reggie,” James said, using the nickname intentionally. “I’m going to capture that snitch first, and once I do I’m gonna shut you up with it and make you come all over this broom, do you hear me?”

James heard Regulus’ sharp intake of breath even with the stretch of sky between them, and he was tempted to just wrench the snitch out of his hand right then and there and make good on his promise.

“Yes, sir.”

James ignored the twitch in his cock at the name, and demanded Regulus release the snitch now.

The second it was let loose, James and Regulus both took off in earnest, flying as hard and as fast as they could, zipping back and forth trying to follow the path of the snitch.

Regulus was even more of a dream to watch fly — his twists and turns were so well executed and flawless, a part of James wanted to simply sit back and watch, even more than when Regulus was sitting still, beautiful and ethereal.

“I told you you couldn’t keep up!” Regulus said, turning his head back to James, the teasing grin still bright on his face.

“You’re being a brat, Reggie,” James replied. “Don’t forget my promise to quiet that mouth.”

Regulus’ eyes flashed with something carnal and hungry before he turned back around and took off in search of the snitch once more.

James dove, scouring a lower elevation for the glint that would tell him he was close to victory, but to no avail. Suddenly, James saw Regulus dive down, gunning for the victory himself, but James knew instinctively that it was a feint.

“Trying to trick me?” James tutted over the wind, all at once spotting the telltale gleam in the sky. Regulus was just sweeping back up from the ground, so James had a significant advantage. He leaned close to the broom handle and shot up into the sky, outstretching his arm as soon as he got within reach.

“James!” Regulus called from several yards behind him. He knew James would catch it and he was trying to distract him, but nothing could steal James’ attention from catching the snitch — not when Regulus’ was the exact prize of catching it.

James wasn’t as lithe and quick in the air as Regulus, but he was a fast flier in his own regard and he knew how to catch a ball in the air. He stretched his palm out, closing his fingers around the golden ball the second he felt contact.

Regulus immediately turned tail, flying past James and weaving through the air, a mischievous look replacing the teasing one.

“You’re only going to tire yourself out, baby, and it’ll be even easier to take you on this broom!”

Regulus continued to fly, but James noticed the shift in him, the incremental slowing of his pace, and knew he was only itching for James to chase him, to snatch him up and punish him.

It took only seconds for James to reach him, to yank on the spindly ends of the broom and slow him to a stop — to a hover.

“You like being bad today, do you?” James asked, grip firmly around the broom handle now.

“No, sir,” Regulus replied, suddenly perfectly compliant. His eyes were bright, carefree and pleased with himself, and James had to bite his lip to stop the fond smile from creeping onto his face.

“Climb onto my broom,” James commanded, “facing me.”

Regulus did, throwing one leg over James’ broom before kicking his own away, leaving him inches from James face and his own broom hovering, empty.

James felt Regulus’ soft puffs of breath against his face, relishing in them for a split second before returning to his role — to the way he felt the blood rush straight to his cock when he caught the snitch, knowing what he would get from this man because of it.

“Now put this in your mouth so I don’t have to listen to any more of your taunting or your lying, Reggie.”

Regulus whimpered, James giving him no room for argument as he shoved the snitch into Regulus’ mouth, watching as the shimmering wings curved along each side of his face, stiffening and securing themselves to be sure Regulus didn’t choke on it.

“That’s a good boy,” James encouraged. “Now pull your cock out for me. I want to see how hard you are after working so hard to piss me off. I know you like making me mad.”

Regulus obliged, undoing his quidditch leathers and pulling his cock free, hard and leaking at the tip already. He moaned softly around the snitch at his own touch.

“You like being bad, don’t you?” James asked, and Regulus immediately shook his head.

“I told you,” James tutted. “I didn’t want any more lying from you.” He pressed his index finger into the snitch, pushing it further into Regulus’ mouth, watching him swallow hard around the pressure against his tongue.

“Now undo my pants.”

Regulus obliged, baring James to the cold wind as his cock sprung free from his pants.

Regulus whimpered again, soft and reverent and fuck if James didn’t love that sound — would eat it up if not for the fact that it was submitting to James that made Regulus so meek, that made him whimper like that in the first place.

“Go on,” James encouraged, dipping his head down to gesture at their cocks, the two of them just narrowly not brushing together. James grabbed ahold of Regulus’ hips, squeezing them tight as he slid him along the broom, closing the small gap between them.

The second the tips of their cocks touched, James sucked in a breath, the warmth of Regulus’ body such a stark contrast to the air around them. Regulus pressed their lengths together fully before wrapping a hand around them both and stroking slowly, teasingly, the broom steady beneath them.

“I also told you no taunting, Reggie,” James said sternly, pressing his fingertips further into Regulus’ hips, leaving little crescent moons along his skin where his nails were digging in. “Now make yourself come before I decide you need to be punished more instead.”

Regulus picked up his speed and James had to force the moans down, had to keep himself from letting go too soon. He loved having Regulus right under his thumb like this, and he would be damned if he lost the upper hand by coming first.

“You’re such a good boy when you can’t talk,” James purred, and Regulus gave a little hum of agreement, leaning forward to press his face into James’ neck. He continued to stroke them both at a steady pace and James felt a small shudder ripple through Regulus, a signal to James that he was getting close.

“Look at me, Reggie, I want to see that pretty face when you make yourself come for me.” Regulus looked up and into James’ eyes, so much lust clouding his gaze. He could barely keep his eyes open. “That’s a good boy.”

The praise itself was just enough to push Regulus over the edge, deep moans pushing up from the back of his throat, stifled by the snitch as he came over his hand, all over James’ broomstick.

James reached up and flicked the wings of the snitch, popping the ball out of his mouth and shoving it into his pocket, relishing in the panting breaths Regulus was letting out, the soft Daddy he let slip past his lips.

Just as fast as Regulus fell over the edge, James went flying too, his come spilling over and mixing with Regulus’. Regulus released their spent cocks and leaned forward, pressing his forehead into James’ as their breathing slowed and steadied.

“I can’t believe we didn’t fall off this thing,” Regulus laughed, the sound penetrating into James, right into his parted lips and through his entire body. He pressed a kiss to Regulus’ mouth before pulling away and inspecting his face.

“Are you okay? Did those wings hurt your face?” James asked softly, running a finger along one of Regulus’ cheeks first, and then the other.

“No James, I’m so good,” Regulus replied.

James nodded. “You are — so good.”

“Let’s go home, yeah?” Regulus asked.

James agreed and flew them to the ground, accio-ing Regulus’ broom on the way.

[qanishque]

[pillarsalt]

I haven't been into harry potter since I was about 13, but after that stupid ass merch post I'm considering getting an HP-related pin or something just to passively signal at gender identity ideologues that You Cannot Force The World At Large To Bend To Your Misogynistic Faith-Based Whims.

[siamocasevuote]

[thegaybiochemist]

Major props to my sister for being the only person in my family to actually listen when I said I didn't want anything HP related again. Despite saying it repeatedly and often.