In Regards Of The Trump Government Scraping All Trans Inclusion In Its Queer Information Portion Of Its

un headcannon que yo tengo sobre regulus y sirius, es que además de hablar francés también aprendieron otras lenguas romances de chicos, corte italiano u español, específicamente con acento rioplatense y puedo imaginarlos peleando en español solamente porque tiene insultos más fuertes 💀

seguramente usarían insultos tipo;

hijo de puta

la recalcada concha de tu madre

la puta que te pario

aborto mal hecho

y hay mejores🤠

a lot of people tended to say that sirius and regulus looked alike, but the marauders and their friends never quite believed it. they looked much to different with one brother being so expressive with his facial features and the other wearing a mask that never slips.

it wasn’t until one day when barty had managed to convince regulus to pull a cute little joke on evan which then led to evan chasing them down the halls of hogwarts with nothing but murder on his mind. while running they managed to run into the posse of gryffindors as well as dorcas who was with them, and while passing, the group (bar dorcas) had to do a double take because the boy that had just passed them with a mischievous smile plastered on his face looked just like sirius.

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✸ one hundred nine

reblog if you believe fanfics are as valid as books that were published and sold by authors who write as their main careers. I'm trying to prove a point

she is so mean, i love her

Lotus Blossom | Chapter Two

𝐽𝑎𝑐𝑎𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑠 𝑉𝑒𝑙𝑎𝑟𝑦𝑜𝑛 𝑥 𝑓𝑒𝑚!𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑜𝑠𝑖!𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟

𝑊𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: female reader/description, canon divergent, minor racist/misogynistic undertones, arranged marriage, tension, aloof reader, profanity, slow burn romance, use of Y/n

𝑆𝑦𝑛𝑜𝑝𝑠𝑖𝑠: A girl of Essos is brought to the West to wed Prince Jacaerys Velaryon, but she is adamant on pushing away her future husband.

𝑊𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝐶𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: 1625

Series Masterlist | Chapter One

GODS DAMN HER. Y/n wanted the fucking butter. It was glorious, it looked creamy and she spied a sprinkling of flaky sea salt on the top of it. The bread would be too tasteless and dry for her to eat without any butter. But she just refused Jacaerys' offer, and she was already rude enough when declining it. He would think she was doing it just to spite him. Honestly, he wouldn't be wrong... But her mother would notice, and perhaps one of his siblings were paying attention to the whole thing.

She was snapped out of her daze, her thoughts of butter, when Jacaerys began talking with her. She had to suppress the urge to look away from those puddles of brown eyes. He resembles a desperate puppy, she thought to herself.

"Tell me, my lady," Jacaerys spread some of that smooth butter upon his own piece of bread. The small piece of it rolled over the baked dough seamlessly, filling any of the sunken areas. By the end of his spreading, a perfect sheet of pale yellow lay atop the slice. Y/n's mouth watered, so she tore away herself from butter admiration to face her betrothed instead. "What is Essos like?"

Y/n cleared her throat, taking a long sip from the goblet in front of her. "It's different from Westeros." She hoped her very vague, very brusque answer would be enough. Obviously not.

"How so?" Jacaerys pressed. He genuinely was curious. He should get to know his betrothed, make her feel comfortable here enough so she could tell him things. Besides that motive, he'd read much on Essos, and the content was a collection of culture and wonder.

"The air is certainly cleaner," she jabbed. But to her frustration, the insult came across as a joke, not a direct poke at the conditions of Westeros. Most of the table gathered together in light laughter, including the silly prince. The way his eyes crinkled and the way his cheeks moved... it was infuriating. It wasn't meant to be humorous.

"I'd wager it is," Jacaerys continued. "Baela and Rhaena have told me about Pentos before." He gestured to the girls opposite them.

"You've been to Pentos?" Y/n questioned, her interest perking up.

"We were born there," the one with the curls answered. "I'm Baela, by the way. Rhaena's my little sister."

"You were born nine minutes before me, how am I your little sister?"

"Still younger," Baela interjected. "I do not care what you may argue, young one."

"I am going to strangle you," Rhaena threatened. "I will make sure your remains are burnt into a pile of ashes by your own dragon. Moondancer shall feast on your bones."

Baela scoffed. "Please. Moondancer loves me far too much to eat my corpse."

Daemon sniggered amusedly. His wife smiled a moment, and shook her head. "Girls. Perhaps we should refrain from mentioning such... morbid anecdotes during our meal. You'll scare off our guests."

"It is no mind," Y/n waved off, almost making a sound of victory when she saw her mother's brows raise. "It is quite funny, actually. I myself do not have siblings."

"How lucky," Jacaerys tutted. Gods every time his voice sounded it like a sword scraping on a surface of metal to her. She could never uncover the particular reason, but there wasn't really a difference when it was overshadowed by her general irritability. "I swear I have beasts instead of brothers. Four of them too."

She noticed he mentioned four brothers, and not two.

"How unfortunate for you," Y/n mused.

Jacaerys chuckled. Does he take everything as a joke? Apparently so. “Truly.”

“Hey!” A slightly younger boy, the one next to Jacaerys looked offended.

“Oh piss off Luke,” he brushed his brother off. “I’ve heard you say much worse things about me. You should count yourself lucky I do not tell Mother.”

"Do not tell me what?" Rhaenyra cut in. Her eyes were demanding, as they looked back and forth between her two boys. They looked back at their mother guiltily, then towards each other. Luke glared, but Y/n could not see Jacaerys' expression.

"Nothing, Mother," Lucerys interrupted before she could say anything more. "Jace was lying."

Jacaerys opened his mouth for a retort, though he ultimately decided against it. He wouldn't want to look stupid in front of the girl to be his wife, and of course his mother would reprimand him for it. He shifted his attention back to her, much to Y/n's dismay. He caught the way her nose wrinkled, or how her brows twitched. He wasn't even offended, he even found himself staring a moment too long.

"Something you wanted, my prince?" Y/n inquired. It took all of her willpower not to arch a brow or look at him in a less than polite manner.

Quickly, Jacaerys regained his thoughts. He'd never done that before, moon over a lady. His cheeks were pink. "Oh um yes. I was wondering if you'd like to take a tour of the keep- with me. Chaperoned, of course. I thought you might enjoy seeing the sighs, familiarise yourself. Uh I think your mother might've mentioned to mine that you enjoy history? The place is full of it."

At that, Y/n shot a disappointed look to her mother. This was aggravating, how much effort he was willing to put in. Honestly, they could go their separate ways until they were wed, and meet once in a while to have babies. Oh fuck, she thought to herself, jaw almost dropping when she recalled that particular detail. I have to-

"Something the matter, my lady?"

"What?" The decibels of her voice sounded an octave higher.

"Did you... not want to go?" Jacaerys asked. His eyebrows were raised as he looked at her with a queer curiosity.

After her mother cleared her throat, Y/n realised she truly had no choice. Swallowing and smiling tightly, she nodded. "It would be my utmost honour to be accompanied by you in a tour of your lovely home. I am certain it will be utterly enlightening."

Baela coughed on her drink as she was sipping from her goblet, letting out a very unbecoming snort. Everyone looked to glance at her. She raised her eyes from the cup, a sheepish smile upon her pretty face. But she laughed nonetheless, which left Jacaerys rolling his eyes. Baela patted Y/n on the back. "I like you."

Y/n grinned in return, a simple agreement that she too reciprocated Baela's sentiment.

"Congratulations, sister," Rhaena snarked. "Someone finally likes you. You've got yourself a friend after six and ten years."

"You're going be dead at six and ten years."

After yet another threat of death between the sisters, a second small argument ensued between them both. Only when their father intervened did they come to a stop, mumbling out apologies. Y/n thought Daemon didn't really want to end it. He seemed the type to find decapitation or castration quality comedy.

"Mother," came the voice of the youngest boy at the table. He hadn't spoken much during the length of the meal, only observing.

Rhaenyra leaned down to hear the boy's request. She was an attentive mother, Y/n noticed. If only her own could be as kind. “What is it, Joffrey?”

“I want dessert,” he mumbled out. He looked upset when he looked at his plate, like he wished the whole thing was replaced with sweets.

“You always want dessert,” Jacaerys pointed out. Lucerys ruffled his brother's hair, who shrieked when he did.

“Don’t tease your brother,” Rhaenyra reprimanded. She focused her attention back to little Joffrey. "When everyone has finished their food, you can have dessert." But she passed him a cut of a sweeter cheese, an offering.

Joffrey huffed at that, taking the cheese, although when he resumed eating, he wasn't doing it with much enthusiasm. Y/n smiled at the sight of his pouting lips and furrowed brows. He was considerably more endearing than his older brother.

Moments later, Joffrey's wish was granted. Everyone had concluded eating. The servants cleared all the plates and leftover foods. Joffrey clapped his hands in delight when heaps of treats were brought out from the kitchens. There were golden, flaky pastries, lemon cakes and other assortments of fruit and sweets.

"Anything particularly catching your eye, my lady?" Jacaerys offered.

She ignored his request. Obviously, if she were to answer, he would take it for her and all of that gentlemanly nonsense. So Y/n swiped off a piece of lemon cake, and two pieces of fruit, without sparing him a side glance. She could hear Baela giggling to herself again.

The lemon cake wasn't as rich as most Essosi desserts, lacking the depth and fullness of flavour native to her homelands. She did enjoy the tanginess and sweetness of the candied lemon on top of the cake, which was soft and slightly crumbly. The fruits weren't bad to taste either, fresh and juicy.

She cursed herself for finishing her dessert too quickly. After the last piece of fruit had been swallowed down her throat, Jacaerys and quickly stood and outreached a hand. "Shall we begin our tour now, my lady?"

"Yes," she replied monotonously. She made a hasty attempt of finishing her drink when she stood. The gods certainly hated her, because her knee buckled, and her hand flew out to grab onto Jacaerys'. His flesh was warm, palm soft with the exception of a few callouses. Her eyes widened when they looked at each other. He was smiling, close to a smirk.

With burning cheeks, Y/n snatched her hand away and pushed her chair in. "Let's go."

"Very well, my lady."

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Date published: Saturday 3rd June 2023

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✸ one hundred five ; thank you jungkook for yes or no we all say in unison

reblog if you’re a writer who feels guilt whenever they’re not writing and being productive, so I know I’m not the only one lol

i hope I don't get locked in a fuckin psychiatric once a talk with a therapist

cause it'll be very embarrassing if my classmates found out about it💀

How does twitter work? Asking for a friend (help)

Ravenclaw (or slyherin tbh) + child/legacy of apollo or athena (i get hecate, ares and hephaestus a lot in quizzes tho, its confusing) + Scorpio sun, Aquarius moon, Leo rising

Shh! I’m doing SCIENCE-

I wanna see if there’s any correlation between your Hogwarts house and who you headcanoned as your Godly Parent.

Reblog with what you diagnosed yourself as and we’ll see if there’s any overlap. If you want, add your star sign for good measure. I’ll go first:

Huffleclaw (Hufflepuff/Ravenclaw) + Legacy of Apollo (Although all the quizzes say I’m a child of Athena) + Ares Sun, Ares Moon, Cancer Rising