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“If I Must Die, You Must Live, To Tell My Story.”
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If I must die, you must live to tell my story to sell my things to buy a piece of cloth and some strings, (make it white with a long tail) so that a child, somewhere in Gaza while looking heaven in the eye awaiting his dad who left in a blaze— and bid no one farewell not even to his flesh not even to himself— sees the kite, my kite you made, flying up above and thinks for a moment an angel is there bringing back love If I must die let it bring hope let it be a tale
Poem by: Dr. Refaat Al Areer
Image below: New York City Subway Station
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what in the jegulily is this?
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Hero
from @jegulus-microfic prompt: hero (words: 955)
“Harry got an A+ on his essay by the way,” James says as he finishes getting ready for bed.
Regulus is already snuggled up under the blankets, knees acting as a resting place for the book he’s currently reading.
“The one about who your hero is?” he asks. James nods, pulls a t-shirt over his head and goes into their bathroom to hang his towel back up again.
“Yep! Apparently his teacher was moved to tears by ‘the love that was so obvious’ in the essay. Says she’s rarely met a student more proud of their parent,” he says loudly, trying to make himself heard from the other room.
He’s coming back into their bedroom and joining Regulus under the covers just as Regulus puts his book on the bedside table.
“Well,” he says, voice teasing. “I bet this is doing wonders for your ego. I might have to humble you a bit more than usual from now on.”
James frowns, turning to face his husband.
“What?” he asks, confusion lacing his voice. “Reg, he didn’t write about me. He wrote about you, love.”
Regulus isn’t sure why that comes as a shock to him. That Harry would choose him as his hero.
He knew that Harry loved him just as much as he loved Harry but James was arguably the first person anyone would think of when thinking of the word ‘hero’.
James Potter was the human embodiment of the concept of heroes. Regulus was born to inhabit the meaning of something else, not quite the opposite but not anywhere near hero either. An anti-hero, perhaps.
So sue him for being shocked.
“Me?” he asks incredulously. “Why would he write about me?”
James sighs. Shuffles closer until they’re only a breath apart. He tucks a stray curl behind Regulus’s ear and Regulus has to repress a shiver when James’s finger drags across the shell of his ear. Even the gentlest of touch sets him on fire despite how long they’ve been together. He’d be more inclined to be embarrassed if James didn’t react the exact same way to his touch too.
“Regulus,” he says. “Harry loves you so much. You’re his father, why wouldn’t he want to write about you?”
Regulus bites his lip. He knows better than to tell James the truth. The idea of doing so causes his pulse to race, his stomach to turn. But he’d made a promise, a long time ago. To try to do better. Be better. For James. For Harry. And that included telling the truth.
“It’s just-“ he starts, unsure of how to get his thoughts across. How to translate his feelings into words in the way he wants them to be translated. He doesn’t want to be misunderstood. “It’s just shocking, I guess. You’re the hero. You saved Sirius. You saved me. You are the definition of a hero.”
James watches him for a moment, eyes roaming all over his face before he sighs and pulls Regulus close. He drops a kiss onto his curls. Breathes him in quietly. Tucks his chin over Regulus’s head.
“Baby, I didn’t save anyone. You saved yourselves. I only helped. If anything I’m a sidekick. You’re the hero. You literally tried to save the world! And, most importantly, you’re Harry’s world. You’re the one who stayed home with him when I was out doing missions. You’re the one who somehow makes an entire professional quidditch schedule work around drop offs and recitals and games and meetings. You are a hero, love. You just can’t see it the way the rest of us can.”
“But I was-“
“Was being the keyword in that sentence. You did what you had to do to survive. To get a better chance at saving all of us. What you did is not who you are. And you are so good, Regulus.”
Regulus can feel tears prickling in his eyes. He does his best to blink them away but he sniffles a little bit anyway as he clings harder to James’s chest, wrapping himself around him as if he were a snake or a vine. James only holds him harder, grip tight and secure. It feels like home.
“I can’t believe he wrote about me,” he whispers, voice incredulous.
“I can,” James whispers back. Regulus leaves a kiss right there on his collarbone before he moves back.
“Remind me to make him pancakes for breakfast tomorrow,” he says.
James snorts.
“Oh, I see how it is. I had to spend months to even get you to call me by my first name but Harry writes one essay and he gets pancakes? I should’ve know flattery only works on you if it’s through the written word.”
“Are you comparing yourself to our nine year old, Potter?”
James gasps.
“Take that back!”
Regulus bites down on his lip to keep from smiling but it’s a battle he’s losing fast.
“Never,” he says simply.
Before James has a chance to retort he’s taking James’s glasses off for him and putting them on his bedside table, the way he does every night.
“I love you,” he says because he feels like it’s extra important that James knows it right now. Because his heart is so full with love and gratefulness for James and the family they’ve made together. The home that’s theirs and theirs alone.
“I love you too,” James says.
By the time he’s closed his eyes and drifted off James is already snoring beside him. They sleep like that for the rest of the night, two parenthesis meeting in the middle where their hands clasp. And if Regulus dreams of the two of them clad in spandex, flying and fighting crime that night nobody needs to know.
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THEY'RE MURDERING JOURNALISTS.
THEY'RE MURDERING WRITERS.
THEY'RE MURDERING PROTESTERS.
THEY'RE MURDERING AUTHORS.
THEY'RE MURDERING THE MOST BRILLIANT HUMAN BEINGS.
THEY'RE MURDERING INTELLECTUALS.
THEY'RE MURDERING BABIES.
THEY'RE MURDERING CHILDREN TO THE POINT WHERE THE 2023-2024 ACADEMIC YEAR HAS BEEN CANCELLED BECAUSE THERE ARE NO MORE STUDENTS TO TEACH.
THEY ARE ERADICATING THE PAST AND FUTURE OF PALESTINIANS.
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marauders era, incorrect quote
James: did you have to stab him?
Regulus: you weren’t there. You didn’t hear what he said to me.
James: what did he say?
Regulus: what are you going to do? Stab me?
James:
Sirius, nodding: that’s fair
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jegulus incorrect quotes pt one of this day im going to start counting
Remus: So what now? If Regulus jumped off a bridge, would you do the same thing?
James, sighing and getting ready to jump off: Yes. He can't swim.
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regulus incorrect quotes
Sirius: Sooooo do you have a crush on anybody???
Regulus: The only crush I have is this crushing anxiety
Regulus: oh, and your best friend
Sirius: YOU HAVE A CRUSH ON MOONY?
Regulus:.... you know what? I'm going to leave and let you figure out that one on your own
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Bisan's recent post. I think it's important for you to read it. Tonight 03.12.23, journalists in gaza share their last messages. There are no words to describe the horrors unfolding in gaza right now.
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I no longer have any hope of survival like I had at the beginning of this genocide, and I am certain that I will die in the next few weeks or maybe days. I have been sick with severe viral infection for days and cannot move from the mattress!
I suffer from nightmares that are so closely resemble reality that I no longer differentiate between reality and dream.
I live in a world other than the one I claimed to be building! I am a community activist who lived on the fantasy that the world was free and just, and I sought to bring rights not only to my people, but to many men and women in third world countries!
I was shocked that I was not from the third world! Indeed, we are the most humane and moral! Yes, because the world approves, supports, and finances the genocide we are being subjected to, legislates it, and gives reasons for for 58 days! While we are a people who have been living on occupied land for 75 years and are still searching for our rights and communicating our voice to the world!
My message to the world: You are not innocent of what is happening to us, you as governments or peoples that support Israel’s annihilation of my people. We will not forgive you, we will not forgive you, humanity will not forgive you, we will not forget, even if we die, the history will never forget .
A Message to friends: Thank you and the supporters around the world. You have been compassionate and very strong. We ask you not to lose hope, even if the world seems completely unfair and your efforts have not yet resulted in a ceasefire.
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Slytherin Skittles + jegulus incorrect quotes
Pandora: Do you mind if we slyly mention that you’re single?
Regulus: Do not do that.
Evan: You won’t even notice!
James, entering: Hey guys, you wanted to see me?
both at the very same time: Regulus is single
Regulus:
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jegulus incorrect quote pt i would like to know
Dumbledore: Did you take out The youngest black as I requested?
James: Regulus has been taken out, yes
Dumnblehore: You have my grat-
James: It was a great restaurant
James: We had a romantic candlelit dinner
James: Regulus proposed afterwards- we’re filing the wedding papers
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james potter incorrect quote because he is my boy
Deatheater: Identify yourself!
James, panicked: James Potter, English, 19, Aries sun and bisexual sir!
Deatheater: You're bi? That's so valid.
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regulus black incorrect quotes because he is the other part of my soul
regulus one day talking to the skittles: i do not have a crush on james, he is just someone I stare at, and when he is not here it ruins my whole day
Sirius trying to get to know his baby brother a little bit more, talking about Bart: Is this a friend of yours, Reggie?
Regulus: Kind of? Not really. He's in my life and there's nothing I can do about it.
one day at the manor
Regulus: can I have some cake from the fridge?
Sirius: whats the rule?
Regulus: *sighs* no cake before dinner...
Sirius: no that's mom's rule, my rule is make sure you grab me a slice as well.
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its the comments for me
Regulus Black's coping mechanisms, a comprehensive list:
Journaling
Coming up with detailed murder plans
James' dick
Stargazing
Scowling
Blowjobs
Glaring
Silently crying himself to sleep
Getting dicked down
Studying too much
Insulting the nearest person
Getting held by James
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what im seeing here is new marauders fandom merch
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new shirt ideas
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Me, age 12 and STEEPED in internalized homophobia: Canon. Only canon. Hinny. Jily. No gay ships wtf.
Me, now, queer and nonbinary: ALL THE DEAD GAY WIZARDS. WOLFSTAR! JEGULUS! DORLENE! JEGULILY LETS GO!
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Marauders era couples incorrect quotes
Lily: Mary, I'm cold.
Mary: *puts her jacket over her* Here you go, honey.
Sirius: Moony, I'm also cold.
Remus: *takes off jacket* Well why didn't you say this sooner idiot *takes off hat* do you know how easy it is to freeze to death *takes off scarf* because I do
James: Reg, I-
Regulus: *lights the Great hall on fire*
James: Oh, that's nice.
Barty: Evan, I'm cold too.
Evan: Well damn Barty, I told you to bring a jacket and I can't control the weather!
Dorcas: Aren't you gonna say you're cold?
Marlene: I already brought my own jacket.
Dorcas: Damn.
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marauders incorrect quotes
Sirius: Oh, here’s my award for the most rules broken!
Remus: That’s not an award, it’s an angry letter from McGonagall.
Sirius, hanging it on their wall: Well, it has the word ‘most’ in it, so I’m calling it an award!
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