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Pov rewatching and hyper-analyzing Avatar and Avatar: Way of Water multiple times in a row instead of studying for your chemistry final

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Knowing that trans women of color started the movement in the united states and were literally immediately erased and excluded from what they started is the most deeply jading knowledge.

It is the original sin of the so-called queer community and it damns it from the cradle.

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Regulus and James danced around the concept of dating for ages. They had said all the things people in relationships normally had said, done all the things, et cetera et cetera. But, they couldn’t come to terms with a label. James and Regulus both knew James was still wholly obsessed with Lily, and James felt wrong dating someone when he knew his heart was still latched to another person.

Regulus didn’t let this affect him. He continued going on little dates with James, he continued putting his time and affections into their odd relationship. Regulus didn’t care.

Or, to the best of his ability, at least.

He started to dislike Lily, for supposedly ‘stealing’ James’ affection from him. Dislike turned to an odd obsession, and then turned into, to Regulus’ horror, affection.

Now, Regulus had an issue. He couldn’t like Lily, no way. James liked Lily, James had liked Lily since their first year. It was wrong for him to like Lily.

But, Regulus was- he had come to terms with it- in love with James. He loved James and James, Regulus could tell, loved him back. But then there was Lily; James loved Lily, too, and Regulus could tell James’ incessancy was starting to interest Lily, somehow.

James had a way with making people like him, Regulus was beginning to realize.

Regulus was a realist. He understood that, in the grand scheme of 1970, he couldn’t love James. And James couldn’t love him. It wasn’t safe. Being a blood traitor was surely safer than being queer, Regulus had assumed. And Regulus prioritized James over himself, of course he did.

So he withdrew. From James, and from Lily. He stopped saying yes to James’ little dates, stopped going to Slughorns stupid parties, he stopped it all. It’s for the better, he would tell himself. James is safer this way, he would reassure.

James was heartbroken.

He didn’t understand why the person he loved, the only person who understood him and saw him as he was, left him so suddenly. Did he do something wrong? Was it because of who he was? Was Regulus just pretending to love him? James couldn’t come to the same conclusion that Regulus had. He didn’t care for his safety, he didn’t care about the opinions or the thoughts of others. He cared about Regulus.

And he never stopped caring.

Transmasc!James who hasn’t told a single person outside of his family, not even Sirius knows until he begins to live with the Potters. It got sorted out at Hogwarts so no one would ever know, and it wouldn’t get figured out, he would just be James. No one knew what was in the past. James had always been James. No one could ever figure it out.

Ideally.

James’ whole perfect set up seemingly crumbled to the ground after a Quidditch game against slytherin that ended too quickly and resulted in an overall win, but didn’t really commemorate toward the House Cup due to lack of points and a too-quick catch of the Snitch. James was eager, sue him.

He was alone in the locker room, as usual, as he always waited for the rest of his team to exit before even beginning to change. He had been in the middle of changing when Regulus barged in, clearly in the wrong locker room.

Dread was barely enough to explain the way James felt, yanking his robes to his chest to hopefully cover the dark crimson binder that constricted his chest. Regulus noticed it. Of course he did. He was too observant not too.

Regulus wasn’t stupid. It clicked awfully quick for him, and then how drastic this must feel for James hit him like a brick. Eyes widening, he made quick work of an exit, huffing out an apology.

James nearly cried that night, and decided confronting Regulus would be the best option.

So he managed to find the younger before Quidditch practice, tugging him into a random empty classroom.

“What, Potter?” Regulus asked with slight annoyance at being disrupted. James swallowed.

“Yesterday. About yesterday.” It clicked in Regulus’ head what James was getting at. Regulus blinked up at the brunet. “Can you not…tell anyone? Like- please? I just-”

“That I walked into the wrong changing room? Potter, why in the world would I tell anyone that?” Regulus quickly covered, shaking his head in mock annoyance. James blinked. He wasn’t stupid. He knew Regulus knew. He also knew Regulus was obviously already denying the concept. A warm smile spread across James’ face, one that made Regulus’ heart skip.

“Thank you, Regulus.”

“Sure, Potter. Sure.” Regulus left the classroom as quickly as possible, desperately attempting to shake the feeling in his chest.

Months passed, and with each one, James and Regulus grew closer. It wasn’t intentional at first, James would beg to be Lily’s plus one to Slughorn’s Slug Club parties, and Regulus was a part of them, and who could really blame James for gawking at Regulus when he first saw him in dress clothes. They’d talk at the parties, more words being spoken at each one until they started hanging out outside of these things; sneaking up to the Astronomy tower at night, huddling under James’ invisibility cloak as they searched the castle for places to just hang out without the chance of being caught.

Until one day, James trudges into breakfast looking like fresh hell, and barely speaks to any of his friends. As if knowing this was a monthly occurrence, none of his friends even batted an eye at the mood shift. Sirius even continued on like nothing was different. Regulus had noted this during prior months, but didn’t care as much as he did now.

Again, Regulus wasn’t stupid. He could put two and two together.

So after James rejects Regulus’ offer to hang out after practice, James is wholly shocked to find a pile of items sitting on his bed when he enters the guys’ dorm that night. Peter and Remus had already knocked out, it being so close to a full moon that Remus was too exhausted to even bother going to Sirius and James’ practice. Sirius was too clingy to notice it, crawling into bed with Remus almost instantly.

James, on the other hand, was gentle with his random gifts as he examined them. On his bed sat a dark green blanket and a small box with a note placed atop it. He unfolded the note gingerly, smiling stupidly at Regulus’ neat handwriting.

My sun,

The blanket has a heating charm on it for you, and the box has some chocolate frogs and also chocolate from the kitchen. I had a House elf deliver it for me. I hope you feel better.

-R.A.B.

James couldn’t help the grin that plastered over his face. He sunk into the bed, positioning himself with the new blanket and popping a piece of chocolate into his mouth.

The next morning, Regulus was hit in the temple with a paper airplane. He gave an irate glance toward the origin before melting at James’ goofy grin. He neatly unfolded the parchment, smiling at the messily scrawled out ‘thank you I luv ya’ in still wet ink.

#mauraders #mauraders era #james potter #regulus black #dead gay wizards #jegulus #harry potter #jily #transmasc #trans james potter #2nd part #jegulily #only a bit though

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he’s a 10 but he only wears weird-looking socks with short trousers and has a son who also happens to be the antichrist

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The trope “middle aged men falling in love” gotta have crack in it or something

#/pos #the house in the cerulean sea #thitcs #good omens #arthur parnassus #linus baker #crowley #aziraphale

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finished reading the house in the cerulean sea

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dear non-spanish speakers writing spiderverse fanfiction (or anything with spanglish),

in spanglish you don’t switch by word, you switch by phrase.

it’s not:

“[first part of the sentence in english], [second part of the sentence in english], mi amor.”

“[full english sentence], querida.”

it’s:

“[first part of the sentence in english], [segunda parte de la frase en español], mi amor.”

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also miles is boricua, miguel is mexican. they have two different accents and use different vocabulary for certain words.

also miles is “nyourican” - a puerto rican native to new york - while his mom is directly from the island, so there are differences there, too, because his spanish is more influence by new york english. 

here’s some good references that aren’t google translate (which usually pulls from spain, a country that speaks vastly differently from latin america)

SpanishDict

WordReference

here have some random videos on different slang/spanish accents:

Puerto Rico

Mexico (1) (2)

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in spanish most words are gendered, so most feminine words end in a and masculine/gender neutral words end in o. adding ito/ita makes something cuter, smaller and more affectionate.

spanish nicknames that aren’t “mi amor”

“querido/a” - darling

“cariño” - dear (always masculine regardless, of who its being said to)

“mi princesa/príncipe” - my prince/princess

“mi rey/reina” - my king/queen

“papí/mamí” - can be used in any way; romantic, sexual, familial for one’s parent or child, or just platonically

“tesoro” - treasure

also spanish is a language that uses adjectives as terms of affection both cute ones and ones that might sound insensitive in english

gordo (fat), flaco (skinny), negro (black), blanco (white), linda (pretty), bella (beautiful), morena (brown skin), etc.

and like most languages that are not english, spanish has multiple ways of saying i love you.

“te amo” - romantic

“te quiero” - familial, platonic (although there’s nothing wrong with using it romantically)

see also:

te adoro - i adore you

te deseo - i want you

te necesito - i need you

 and, of course, they can vary regionally too.

please use this because i have read a lot of really well written things that take me out of it because the use of spanglish is terrible. don’t just go on your presumptions that spanish/spanglish works in the same way that english does.

buena suerte, gringos.

- signed your friendly neighborhood afro-latina

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sillies

(art inspired by amazing @rebelfletl and idea post)

#atsv #punkflower

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Spider-Man AU where James is spider-man and is really really trying his best to keep it secret but fails horrendously when he climbs into the wrong dorm room and begins to change out of his suit, and is face to face with an extremely shocked Regulus, who automatically starts freaking out. Romance ensues. Yes, Sirius is the guy in the chair.

#mauraders #mauraders era #james potter #sirius black #regulus black #dead gay wizards #regulus x james #jegulus #spider man au

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Guys if someone made a 2018!Venom wolfstar au, would Remus be Eddie or Anne. Bc. Like. The Eddie stealing info from Anne and ruining their relationship kind of coincides with the prank and Sirius kind of fucking up his relationship with Remus. But also, Remus having a symbiote kind of coincides with the werewolf thing. Like. I’m trying to combine my hyperfixations and I can’t decide

#venom #mauraders #mauraders era #sirius black #remus lupin #dead gay wizards #venom 2018 #wolfstar

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Transmasc!James who hasn’t told a single person outside of his family, not even Sirius knows until he begins to live with the Potters. It got sorted out at Hogwarts so no one would ever know, and it wouldn’t get figured out, he would just be James. No one knew what was in the past. James had always been James. No one could ever figure it out.

Ideally.

James’ whole perfect set up seemingly crumbled to the ground after a Quidditch game against slytherin that ended too quickly and resulted in an overall win, but didn’t really commemorate toward the House Cup due to lack of points and a too-quick catch of the Snitch. James was eager, sue him.

He was alone in the locker room, as usual, as he always waited for the rest of his team to exit before even beginning to change. He had been in the middle of changing when Regulus barged in, clearly in the wrong locker room.

Dread was barely enough to explain the way James felt, yanking his robes to his chest to hopefully cover the dark crimson binder that constricted his chest. Regulus noticed it. Of course he did. He was too observant not too.

Regulus wasn’t stupid. It clicked awfully quick for him, and then how drastic this must feel for James hit him like a brick. Eyes widening, he made quick work of an exit, huffing out an apology.

James nearly cried that night, and decided confronting Regulus would be the best option.

So he managed to find the younger before Quidditch practice, tugging him into a random empty classroom.

“What, Potter?” Regulus asked with slight annoyance at being disrupted. James swallowed.

“Yesterday. About yesterday.” It clicked in Regulus’ head what James was getting at. Regulus blinked up at the brunet. “Can you not…tell anyone? Like- please? I just-”

“That I walked into the wrong changing room? Potter, why in the world would I tell anyone that?” Regulus quickly covered, shaking his head in mock annoyance. James blinked. He wasn’t stupid. He knew Regulus knew. He also knew Regulus was obviously already denying the concept. A warm smile spread across James’ face, one that made Regulus’ heart skip.

“Thank you, Regulus.”

“Sure, Potter. Sure.” Regulus left the classroom as quickly as possible, desperately attempting to shake the feeling in his chest.

Months passed, and with each one, James and Regulus grew closer. It wasn’t intentional at first, James would beg to be Lily’s plus one to Slughorn’s Slug Club parties, and Regulus was a part of them, and who could really blame James for gawking at Regulus when he first saw him in dress clothes. They’d talk at the parties, more words being spoken at each one until they started hanging out outside of these things; sneaking up to the Astronomy tower at night, huddling under James’ invisibility cloak as they searched the castle for places to just hang out without the chance of being caught.

Until one day, James trudges into breakfast looking like fresh hell, and barely speaks to any of his friends. As if knowing this was a monthly occurrence, none of his friends even batted an eye at the mood shift. Sirius even continued on like nothing was different. Regulus had noted this during prior months, but didn’t care as much as he did now.

Again, Regulus wasn’t stupid. He could put two and two together.

So after James rejects Regulus’ offer to hang out after practice, James is wholly shocked to find a pile of items sitting on his bed when he enters the guys’ dorm that night. Peter and Remus had already knocked out, it being so close to a full moon that Remus was too exhausted to even bother going to Sirius and James’ practice. Sirius was too clingy to notice it, crawling into bed with Remus almost instantly.

James, on the other hand, was gentle with his random gifts as he examined them. On his bed sat a dark green blanket and a small box with a note placed atop it. He unfolded the note gingerly, smiling stupidly at Regulus’ neat handwriting.

My sun,

The blanket has a heating charm on it for you, and the box has some chocolate frogs and also chocolate from the kitchen. I had a House elf deliver it for me. I hope you feel better.

-R.A.B.

James couldn’t help the grin that plastered over his face. He sunk into the bed, positioning himself with the new blanket and popping a piece of chocolate into his mouth.

The next morning, Regulus was hit in the temple with a paper airplane. He gave an irate glance toward the origin before melting at James’ goofy grin. He neatly unfolded the parchment, smiling at the messily scrawled out ‘thank you I luv ya’ in still wet ink.

#mauraders #mauraders era #james potter #sirius black #remus lupin #regulus black #dead gay wizards #jegulus #harry potter #wolfstar #lily evans #james & peter & remus & sirius #regulus x james #peter pettigrew #im trans #and on my period #comfort projecting lmao

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Shadowpeach au where Wukong keeps resetting the timeline in order for Macaque to be alive. But the more he resets the timeline, the more and more distant they get. And it gets to the point where Macaque doesn’t remember him or is scared of him.

#screaming #shadowpeach #sun wukong #six eared macaque

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tw: drug use / mentioned drug use

South Park but it’s high school and they have a school boxing team and Tweek is like hell yeah boxing outside of my gym lets go. So he signs up, he makes the team (obviously he’s been boxing since he was ten) and it’s easy peasy.

Until mandatory drug testing comes up. Tweek thinks he’s going to be fine, he should be fine, he shouldn’t get so worked up about it. Until he hands his piss cup to the man running the counter, and the man’s face just turns to pure shock when he gets the results. This makes Tweek panic. And the man just stares. 

“You- you’re doing meth? As a fifteen year old?” And Tweek just blanks. Because no, no he does not do meth, what the hell is this guy on?

“N-no-no I drink a lot of coffee, that- that’s all,” Tweek tried to defend but the man was already out of his seat and rushing to the other administers of the drug testing.

After promptly being denied the ability to play on the boxing team this year, Tweek is livid. It doesn’t take him forever to piece together that the meth in his system is from his parents, who still brew his coffee for him. He’s absolutely livid.

So he shows up at Craig’s house, quickly let in by his parents and nearly slamming his door open. Craig didn’t even flinch, hand held out towards Stripe.

“Hey hon.”

“Craig!”

“Hi Tweek.”

“My par-parents are fucking drugging me!” Craig turned, blinking up at Tweek. Tweek paced around Craig’s room, twitches off the wall with his anger. “I failed my fucking drug test for-for boxing and now I can’t fucking box this year and I’m so fucking pissed at them it’s their fault! Their-”

“Honey, honey, calm down,” Craig said calmly, taking ahold of Tweek’s arms. “Breath, with me, just like we practiced.” Craig took obvious, deep breaths, and Tweek followed, holding onto Craig’s elbows. And if he dug his nails into Craig’s skin, he didn’t mention it. “There. There. Feel any better?” Tweek twitched and scrunched his face up before tossing himself onto Craig’s bed.

“No. I’m so mad, Craig. They fucking ruined my freshman year!” Craig sat on the edge, massaging Tweek’s arm.

“Well, maybe if you talk to the principal and ask them to reevaluate it because it wasn’t your fault you were on drugs-”

“They’re giving me meth, Craig! Meth!” Craig blanked, staring. “Ugh! I’m so- ugh!” Tweek sat up sharply. “In my coffee! Can you believe that?!”

“Have you…confronted them about it?”

“No!” Tweek jumped to his feet. “But I’m fucking gonna!” he declared. Craig kissed his cheek.

“Be careful going home, love you.”

“I love you too!” Tweek grumbled all too angrily before storming out of the Tucker household and walking home.

A long, long shoutfest later, his mother confessed to the meth thing, and then they both agreed to let Tweek brew his own coffee from now on, considering there won’t be meth in it that way. Tweek takes what he can get, and ignores his parents for two weeks, six of those days spent spending the night at Craig or Tolkien’s house, who barely even noticed Tweek was staying with him for the two days he did.

Tweek ends up joining his gym’s boxing team for the year, and refuses to tell his parents about any of his events, because fuck them. Craig goes to practically every single one.

#south park #tweek tweak #craig tucker #creek sp #I’m reentering my South Park phase help #I’m not proofreading this so there may be fuck ups lmao

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Muggle AU where Lily and Regulus, who skipped a grade, are absolute academic rivals and pretend to hate each other all the time, and James is the ditzy athlete who’s surprisingly not failing all his classes who has the biggest crush on the both of them and fails, horribly, at attempting to bag either of them all the time until they throw the hugest curve ball ever: Lily and Regulus get together. This then proceeds with James begging to be a poly throuple, and they both think he’s joking for a good while because ALL of them are dunces when it comes to emotion.

#jegulily #jily #jegulus #regulily #regulus arcturus black #james fleamont potter #lily jade evans #regulus black #james potter #lily evans #mauraders era #mauraders #dead gay wizards

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happy birthday, reese <3

For @r33sespieces :) 

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“Shh, no, you have to be quiet.” 

Sirius pauses outside Harry’s room, cocking his head. Harry’s been holed up in there since shortly after dinner, but Sirius hadn’t thought too much of it. It’s been pissing down all afternoon, and Sirius figured both of them could use a lazy day. For his part, he took a luxurious nap earlier, and the newest book in a romance series he’s been following arrived by owl post this morning. He’s looking forward to curling up with it in front of the fire. If he’s lucky, maybe Harry will come downstairs with his chess set later and ask to play a game together.

Keep reading

#sobbing /pos

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Sirius: “I thought I might stay over tonight”

Remus: “Why?”

Sirius: “‘Cause we’re boyfriends”

Remus, definitely teasing by now: “to do what?”

Sirius:

Sirius: “I’m actually not sure”

#it can absolutely be James and Regulus as well #or James and Lily #mauraders #mauraders era #sirius black #remus lupin #dead gay wizards #harry potter #wolfstar #incorrect hp quotes #incorrect marauders quotes #source: the new Barbie movie #I actually heard this as an audio on tik tok and thought it was hilarious #Sirius “bags no one bc he’s obsessed with Remus” Black

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james doing his best to turn regulily into jegulily