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Yeah mine too
My least favorite marauders headcanon is that Peter betrays them and they all die
Yes! EXACTLY!!!! No one seems to understand that. YOU WILL NEVER BE THEM!!!!!!!! YOU WON’T EVEN GET CLOSE!!!!!!!
the bond between a girl and their favorite fictional man is both an unstoppable force and an immovable object
Haven’t seen this in years 😂
BEAT HIS ASS MR. POTTER!!!!!! YAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!
Fleamont Potter who makes a plan the day he takes in Sirius Black as his own son in 1975.
Fleamont Potter who waits until James makes Regulus his son-in-law to make a heartwarming “father-of-both-grooms” speech at their wedding reception.
Fleamont Potter who leaves said wedding reception to go find Orion Black in his swanky members-only billiards hall—saying:
“Hello, my name is Fleamont Potter. You abused my kids, Sirius & Regulus. They’re fine now, but the same can’t be said for you.”
& then breaks Orion’s kneecap in with his own pool cue.
[The vision]
☺️
This photo makes me very happy
I am very normal about this photo
jegulus picking harry up from preschool but one of the moms starts obnoxiously flirting with james while they wait for the kids to be dismissed. james is somewhat clueless, because he’s so social and thinks she’s just making polite conversation. he pleasantly engages while regulus is literally fuming right next to him. the lady is like twirling her hair n shii and openly hitting on james, while regulus is standing right there. so while the lady is complementing james’ figure, gushing on and on, “gosh, i can tell you work out a lot , you must be so dedicated!” regulus interjects their conversation and says, “yeah, his figure is even better when you’ve seen all of it-“
james jolts in suprise, blushing, scolding, “reg!” the mom looks towards regulus for the first time and sneers in a challenge. regulus shoots her a smug expression right back, reciprocating the challenge. it’s that moment when the kids start pouring out the building and harry runs out yelling “pa!!!!” “dad!!!!”. reg kneels, prompting harry to jump into his arms. when he does, reg swings him up with an enthusiastic “heyy buddy!” and “how’s my little haz-elnut?” while harry giggles. reg leans harry towards james so he can greet his son as well, and while james is busy cooing over harry regulus shoots the now sour-faced woman a wink before starting off with his gorgeous husband and adorable little boy. moral of the story; don’t challenge regulus black.
*sirius and james having a discussion in the afterlife*
james: he named his kid albus severus, ALBUS FUCKING SEVERUS!!
sirius: you’re kidding.
james: i’m dead serious.
sirius: no…i’m dead sirius, you’re dead james.
YES!!!! To everything she said!!!!
im a multishipper until you try to touch my babies ok.
james and lily? absolutely. lily and mary? adorable. james and regulus? grumpyxsunshine GOLD. regulus and barty? our favorite psychos. barty and evan? you know it's growing on me
but other ships instead of wolfstar????? like??? they're the only ones for each other argue w the goddamn wall
YES!!!!!
ok but Klaus and Five are Sirius and Regulus variants
Sirius: What was that last bit?
Everyone *but Sirius*: Nothing!!!
James: I am 100% straight.
Sirius: Remus Lupin, freshly showered, in nothing but a towl.
James: I am 90% straight.
Lily: Frank Longbottom in his quiditch uniform.
James: I am 80% straight.
Remus: Regulus black with a ring on each finger.
James: I am not straight.
13-year-old Sirius: You know what, I think it's time we started swearing. When we go downstairs for breakfast, I'll swear first and then you.
12-year-old Regulus: Okay.
[downstairs]
Walburga: What do you want for breakfast?
Sirius: I'll have Cocoa Puffs, bitch.
Walburga: Go to your room!
Walburga, to Regulus: And what do you want?
Regulus: Dunno but it won't be fucking Cocoa Puffs.
This is beautiful
i did NOT need to see this thanks.
JUST FOUND THIS HEADCANNON !
regulus: “you have your-”
harry: “my mother’s eyes, i know”
regulus: “your father’s grin.”
SOBBING
The baby black's
Teeny tiny🤲
Happy birthday baby black. You left far to soon.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY REGGIE I LOVE YOU SO MUCH RAHHHHHHH you absolutely baddie
Dick: Oh now we got jokes do we?
Commission Info / Kofi
Heck ya ROTTMNT Donnie is so cool.
I love how in 2012 there was an entire episode dedicated to Splinter teaching Donnie about not needing fancy technology to fight, and all he needs is his trusty wooden stick at the end of the day
And then there's Rottmnt Donnie
❤️❤️
I love having a magpie patrons
Magpie-
Like all corvids, the magpie is incredibly curious, very smart, and unexpectedly playful. These traits are often found in the caster of a magpie patronus. Those who rely on a magpie patronus are not as mysterious as the caster of a raven patronus, nor as mischievous as those who call upon a crow, but they are very observant and are wonderful problem solvers. They are very strong individuals who will always love who they are and won’t succumb to judgement.
A magpie patronus symbolizes its casters mental power and knowledge. They are incredible in transfiguration. They rely on their cunning and wit over brute force. They are very playful and enjoy playing some games over fighting, but they are still very clever duelists.
Requested by- @reyl0c
The amount of concern in James’s and Remus’s words…😂
Sirius and Regulus going over Walburgas' stuff after her death:
(That one Shameless scene:)
Regulus *sad face* grabbing a knife carefully from a box: she used to throw this at us when we were kids
James: What
Sirius: Oh Yeah, she had a game..what was it called?
Regulus: Dodged the dagger
Remus: I'm so fucking confused right now
Sirius: Reggie and I would run around the house screaming, laughing, trying not to get stabbed
Regulus *tearing up*:
James: That's fun...
Facts, Remus could and would never
"not all men" you're right remus lupin would never
Everyone reblog this IMMEDIATELY
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your boyfriend scourge comes over while you’re baking to bug you.
content. scourge x gn!reader, reader is baking 🍰 (not implied to be a full-on baker, moreso a one time thing), teasing, smoking, slight fluff, suggestive behavior and language around the end
☂︎ wc. 1.1k ☂︎ a/n. hi hi hi!!! we have scourge for our last one :) i actually rlly like how this one turned out… im working on ur guys requests dont worry <3
likes, reblogs, and especially comments are extremely appreciated!!!
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“Hey, sweet stuff.” A voice draws out from behind you, interrupting your baking at hand as your boyfriend emerges from his nap this late. “Smells damn good in here. What’cha makin’?” It’s already 00:48, and he wants to come over here like it’s the crack of dawn. Ugh.
Scourge tilts his head at your displeased expression. “What?” He says, enjoying your physical reaction of annoyance as you turn your heel, focusing on the dessert at hand. “I ain’t even do nothin’ yet.” Emphasis on ‘yet’.
Scourge makes his way into the kitchen with you, leaning against the kitchen counter as he eyes your latest creation; some beignets, soon to be dusted in powdered sugar and slathered with delicious honey. “Why’re ya’ bakin’ so late?” He murmurs, obviously finding interest in your random antics at this hour, but you shrug your shoulders and empty the freshly cooked beignets away from the oil onto a plate set with a paper towel.
Well, you were hungry. And shit, when you’re hungry, you’re gonna eat. Obviously.
He scoffs lightly, and you hear a small shuffling behind you, making you turn your head towards him.
“Y’ always doin’ somethin’ weird when yer up late." Scourge mutters, flicking his lighter repeatedly until it finally hits, and he holds a cigarette close to his mouth, lighting the end and taking a small puff in. Did he already forget about you telling him not to smoke inside so often? You pout, putting a hand on your hip as you glare at him, giving him the sort of look that screams ‘put it out’.
But he doesn’t, looking at you with a cheeky grin, and even blowing the smoke in your direction afterwards. “I ain’t forget.” Ah, great. Now you have to add mind reading to his list of tricks he can use against you. “Y’ aren’t gonna be too mad, right?”
A terrible but also good thing about Scourge is that he knows your limits. He knows to what point you’ll handle his antics, but on the opposite side of that, he knows when to tone it down. It leads to some mildly annoying situations, but nothing big enough to bitch over.
You roll your eyes, lightly dusting some powdered sugar over your fresh beignets, then quickly drizzling some honey on top. God, they look so good. The first bite is gonna-
“Lemme get one.” Scourge bumps into you, pushing you aside slightly to take a beignet off its plate. Of course he doesn’t ask for permission.
Well, you were gonna let him have one anyway, but still. Some manners would be nice, but manners are pretty much nonexistent with him.
He’s quiet for a few seconds, licking his lips briefly before going in for another bite. That’s a good sign coming from him. After being with Scourge for this long, you can almost read him like an open book.
“‘S good.” Oh. Guess he got you there.
You tilt your head over at him, not expecting the small, genuine compliment. Usually, he’d say something slick out the side of his mouth; maybe a little joke or something. Maybe he’s feeling sweet tonight?
Scourge taps his cigarette lightly onto the kitchen counter near the sink, ash falling onto the marble as he licks some honey off his fingertips with the tip of his tongue, making another scowl form on your face. “Oops.” He says, his eyes widening slightly as he taps the rest of the ash into the sink. “My bad, babe.” Dirting your counters and everything. He notices your scowl and smirks at you, dragging his finger up his tongue, and then licking some extra honey off his lips. “What? Ya took away the ashtray.” True. It’s still lying away from Scourge’s gaze even now, hidden in your room in an attempt to get him to smoke inside less. Shame it didn’t work. Stupid idiot…
“So the chef’s not gonna take a bite of their own shit? C’mon.” He chuckles, holding up a beignet to your mouth. It’s hard to fight the smile on your face, and you take a bite of it eagerly, savoring especially the rich honey you drizzled all over the dessert, coupled with the sugar and soft beignet. Yum.
“Got something there.” Scourge grazes his thumb against your bottom lip, wiping unknown honey you had accidentally smeared there while savoring the pastry. He then meets your eyes, licking the honey off his thumb with a smug grin. “Good, yeah?”
… Idiot. He really knows how to get you going.
Suddenly, the smoke from the cigarette flows in your direction, and you wince from the smell. Eugh. You’ve never been one to smoke often at all, maybe once or twice (if the mood's right with Scourge), but other than that you’ve never been fond of it. Scourge reads your expression and his cheeky grin falters.
“Hmm?” He draws out lazily. “Somethin’ wrong?” As soon as he asks, he eyes the cigarette set in his left hand, still emitting smoke. “Oh.”
He takes another draw from it, but to your shock, he wordlessly flicks the cigarette into the sink, a short sizzling sound emitting from it as a bit of water puts it out. “All ya had to do was ask, babe.” Scourge mutters. “You know I wouldn’t keep the shit around if it really bugged ya. M’ not that much of a dickhead.” He tilts his head down, blowing the smoke down to the floor as he looks up to meet your gaze again.
… He really has changed. You struggle to push back the small smile on your face at the thought of it.
“Hmm? Whatcha’ smiling for?” For him. For the way he is today. Even if putting out his cigarette is such a small gesture; it’s progress. It’s there.
Scourge pauses at your heartfelt words, shock lining his features before he tries to shake it off, tugging you over slightly by your shirt. “C’mere, babe.” He says gently, pressing a kiss on your lips as he cups your cheek, his tongue grazing your bottom lip and tasting the mix of sweet sugar and honey in your mouth. The mixed taste of slight ash and honey fills yours, but you really don't care right now. It’s such an easy thing to ignore when he’s such a good kisser.
After what feels like forever, you two break away from each other, panting as your breath mingles with one another's.
Fuck. He’s so sweet… Even when he tries to hide his embarrassment with a kiss.
“Lemme show ya’ a good time, honey. Bet cha’ taste just as sweet as it too…”
(i’ve always wanted to try beignets. they look so yummy… with the powdered sugar and everything 🤤)
Donnie Kisses
Turtledoves, it's been a fabulous day!
And I thought I'd share a little sugar with you...
➡️ Aged-up, adult turts
this may or may not have gotten a little out of hand I'm so sorry
Sweet and spicy - you've been warned.
Let me introduce you to Mr. Romance™
While Leo is going in for the kill, boyfriend here is just gonna be killing it.
I'm a firm believer that Don is Mr. Romance. And he is going to keep you on your toes. Chase you. Make you wonder…
He's gonna go from that little kiss kiss kiss to absolutely fucking manhandling you while you two are arguing.
You know the kind…
Don is going to wait. He's going to make sure that this strange pull to you is worth risking his friendship with you. He's going to research. Calculate. He’s going to ask all the right questions and say all the right things. Tiptoeing the line of… Suggestive… Or sarcastic? And right when he’s close enough with that flirty Don look on his face, he’s going to start speaking softer and softer so you have to lean in closer to hear him, so you’re hanging on every word and he’ll just lean forward and close the distance, brushing his snout alongside your nose to test. When you don't back away he will just barely touch your lips with his. With the lightest kiss… kiss… kiss… before he slants his mouth across yours and massages his lips against yours.
He’ll be busy. Sitting at his desk. Working on something. And while he’s interactive with you, you still aren’t his focal point. And it’s nudging at your patience.
Little do you know, you do indeed have his utmost attention. He’s doing it on purpose.
He’s waiting. Feeling you out. Seeing how long it takes until-
Your leg stretches over his hips so you’re face to face with him, and your arms move around his neck as you lean against him. But he just dodges your head, looking around you as he continues to type lines of code. His brain working a million miles a minute, smiling internally that he has you… Right where he wants you. And it’s not until your voice goes from irritation that he’s ignoring you - to whining and pleading, that he stops mid-keyboard click and locks his eyes on yours, a smug smirk making its way across his lips. Hands abandon his coding and move to your waist as he rolls his chair forward and traps you between him and the desk. As his face gets closer to yours, he pauses and whispers, “Need me to run your lines of code too?” Then he laves the crease of your lips with a flat tongue, one of his hands moving to the back of your head to keep you still so he can absolutely devour you.
You had brought him to the rooftop of your building, having set up a date night. A blanket spread out with his favorite foods and some purple fairy lights as some romantic lighting. The pair of you sat and ate. Talking about everything. You were waiting for the meteor shower to begin, unbeknownst to him. Your smile grew wider as the time approached.
But then the clouds moved in, not only blocking your perfect view, but spitting down at you and ruining your surprise. Donatello jumps up and quickly starts to clean up the mess, but you can't stop the tears from falling along with the stupid rain.
He stops what he's doing immediately, hurrying to you.
As you vent out your frustration over the rain, he can't help but fall more in love with you, with each tear that makes its way down your cheeks.
Suddenly his mouth is on yours, coaxing your lips open, slow and firm. His tongue moving against yours in a dance of give and take.
The rain beats down harder and harder, adding some extra glide to your lips, and making him moan into your mouth the longer he tastes you.
You're out of breath and pull back, but his lips chase yours, his hands trapping your face in a cradle… because he needs more.
You had made it down to the lair before the guys got up. Peeking into the lab you see your boyfriend half asleep in his bed as he slappity-slaps at his phone alarm to stfu. Giggling, you head to the kitchen to start the coffee maker for him.
He comes out to the smell of newly brewed, fresh coffee, and follows the enticing scent to the kitchen.
Back to him, you're standing at the counter making him his morning coffee.
And something about the scene just sucks the oxygen from his lungs.
He's so in love with you.
His body moves on its own, and he quietly walks to the counter, grabs your hand and spins you like you're his dance partner. He spins you into his arms and dips you, his lips falling to yours while he holds you tight to him in that dip. Teeth grazing your bottom lip before he pulls it into his mouth for a little tantalizing suction.
And as fast as it happened it’s ended.
A flirtatious smirk pulls at the corner of his mouth as he pulls back with a sultry quirk of a brow ridge, stands you on your own two feet, and strolls out of the kitchen, his coffee in hand.
He hasn't slept in days. The fate of the world is dependent upon his intellect to get them out of the current shit show.
Out of concern you tried to talk him into sleep, but he got nasty.
And a screaming match ensues.
Arms flung out and glaring as you yell back at him, you don't realize that this whole argument is doing it for him.
Your voice is strained and cracking as you bite back tears that threaten to spill, “Why are you being such a fucking assho-”
But the words die in your throat as he storms forward, crashing his mouth on yours as he scoops you up by the thighs, situating your spread legs around his hips.
Your ass hits his lab table and he's crawling on top of you, pinning your hands above your head with a single hand while the other has a bruising grasp on your hip.
His tongue pushes through your lips only to pull back immediately with intense suction, your tongue swept into his mouth with his current of his lust. He does it over and over because he wants - no needs - to erase those dirty words from your pretty mouth.
He never meant to get you that upset and now he needs to make up for it.
“I'm sorry for being an asshole… Let me make it up to you.”
He doesn't give you a chance to answer. He just takes those kisses from the top to the bottom, and lets his tongue love you with just as much passion below as he did above.
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