Civil War Plot:

Civil War plot:

World: we don’t like Bucky.

Steve: fIGHT ME BITCH HOW DARE YOU-

Bucky: ᵢ ⱼᵤₛₜ wₐₙₜ ₛₒₘₑ ₚₗᵤₘₛ

I’m immortal unless proven otherwise. Suck that bitches

When even your snake judges you

Voldemort: stop there

Sirius: oh shit Moony get back-

Remus, to Voldy: who the fuck are you?!

Voldemort: I-

James: Moony- that’s Voldemort.

Remus: OH SHIT-

Voldemort:

Remus:

Remus: hey mate :)

Sirius in the background: nO

Voldemort: sing a song for me and I’ll let you live.

Remus: you want me to sing a song and you’ll let me live??

Voldemort: yeah.

Remus, shaking: do you have any requests?

Voldemort: something about Christmas.

Remus: o-oh!

Remus: I DON’T WANT A LOT FOR CHRISTMAS

Remus: THERE IS JUST ONE THING I NEED

Still Remus: I DON’T CARE ABOUT Y-your pResents.. UNdeRNeatH thE CHRISTMAS TREEEE

Remus:

Voldemort:

Sirius:

James:

Remus: was that good? :D

Voldemort: that was beautiful, thank you.

Voldemort: *fucking disappears*

Sirius: wHAT THE FUCK MOONS

Remus: he just- he just fucking-

Remus: WHO KNEW MARIAH CAREY WOULD GET ME OUT OF THIS SITUATION?

Remus: I DIDN’T KNOW THAT?

Remus: I WILL NEVER DISS MARIAH CAREY AGAIN

Y’know that feeling when something goes horribly wrong and you say “well it can’t possibly get worse.” God i hope that’s true

hurt/no comfort - @wolfstarmicrofic - word count: 190 - cw: mention if drug use

“So, you told Snape? Just like that?”

It was Regulus’s voice that jolted Sirius from his haze. Lately, he’d taken to just staring off into the distance, the bleariness caused by the spliff in his hand just enough to dull the horrible throbbing that was now constant in his chest. Because he would never, never feel better about this.

“Yeah,” he croaked, not bothering to look back at his brother. “Just as bad as mum, huh?”

It had always been his worst fear. That he was, deep down, his mother. That he was capable of that type of venom and selfish hurt.

But Regulus, to his surprise, didn’t agree with him. Instead, he snorted and said, “No, Sirius.”

An ounce of relief peaked out being all the pain. Perhaps he would get through this, somehow, if his brother still believed him to be a good person. Until Regulus continued.

“You’re worse. Because you love him. Just as much as he loved you. And you still did that. Walburga never loved us,” Regulus said, head high, disgust in his voice.

Those words were the ones that caused Sirius to break completely.