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Do you'll realise that the moumita case is vanished from the media and public? No like the whole case, tragedy seem to vanish literally, no one is talking about it NO ONE. IT IS LIKE AS IF A TREND CAME AND GONE...dude tf is wrong?no one is talking,media,newspapers,public no one. Was it all a drama? That sympathy? Parade? But to be honest I'm not surprised.After all, we're living in fastest developing country. Aren't we?

Look at this

LOOK

I’ve never made this connection before…at the beginning of DH Hermione tells Ron and Harry how a wizard who’d split his soul could heal himself, save himself…remorse oh, harry

Harry James you precious baby

I’ve read this second bit before, the whole try for some remorse thing, and thought it was just a Harry stabbing in the dark, but nO

It was so calculated

He remembered that conversation

Hermione’s research

actual, possible redemption for Voldemort

he kept that hope, however slim, that Voldemort could be saved

before they cast their final curses, after all that happened, Harry was actually trying to get Voldemort to mend himself back together

Harry james potter you compassionate jerk trying to save your mortal enemy before he utterly and finally destroys himself

crimson rivers?? more like im crying a river !!

birthday.

In honour of what would've been Regulus' 63rd birthday, here's a small one-shot. June 25th, 1975

Regulus never slept the night of his birthday.

Ever since Sirius let slip that Regulus was born at 4:44 am on the cool morning of 25th June 1961, Regulus always stayed awake to celebrate the moment he officially completed another year in solitude. Sirius tried to join him many times, but, after the fifth consecutive year when Regulus made it very clear that he did not want anyone with him at that moment, Sirius decided to wish his brother at exactly 4:46 am, giving Regulus two minutes to enjoy completing another year before he was smothered.

And Regulus loved it.

He loved how calm London was at the early hours of the morning. The glow of the lightbulbs weren't that much at Grimmauld Place, and it was probably the best place you could stargaze from. Even better, both his and Sirius' rooms had balconies where one could sit and watch the stars on end. Sometimes, Sirius would join him from his balcony, but most times, he would wait for Regulus to have his moment.

Regulus looked up again. The Leo constellation shone brightly in the sky, and it didn't take him much time to find the star he was named after. Regulus. A star from the lion constellation born into a family of snakes, traitors and blood-supremacists.

He wasn't sure how to feel about that.

The special clock struck once, reminding Regulus that there was just one more minute till he officially turned 14. Wow, he thought, this year went by really fast. He was finally growing into the Black genes, and it didn't go unnoticed that Regulus' Black's jawline had become more defined, his nose longer and the shadow of maturity rising in his features. Although he was slightly taken aback with that change one fine morning, he was glad, at least he looked as aristocratic and melancholic as he felt. And while third year was nice, third year was great, he looked forward to fourth year. Maybe Sirius would talk to him at Hogwarts too, now that neither of them were no longer children.

The clock struck twice. Thirty seconds.

Regulus traced his fingers over the small engraving on the railing and closed his eyes. That was the first time he had broken a rule -- he was around 5 or 6 at that time -- and for some reason, it was never noticed. It was his little secret, and he loved to keep it that way.

As it had happened on all his previous birthdays, tears began to pool in Regulus' eyes. Most of them were happy, this time, but it was more gratitude that he had lived another year. Gratitude for the friends he had. Gratitude for his experiences. Gratitude for having whoever he had, because had it not been for them, he would never have become the person he was.

The clock struck twice again. Ten seconds.

Regulus took a moment to take a deep breath. His tears were overwhelming him, but if there was one thing he hated, it was entering a new year with a tear-strained face. It was poetic, though. Every time he entered a new year, he entered it crying, just like he did when he came out of his mother's womb.

Thank you, he said over and over again, although he wasn't sure who. Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you for everything.

The clock struck thrice.

It was 4:44 am.

Regulus opened his eyes with a soft smile on his face. He felt a rush of excitement and joy course through his veins, just like every other year, but there was something special about this one. Regulus knew at that moment, although he didn't know how, that that year was going to be vastly different from what he had imagined. Something was going to happen, and it was going to change him forever. A grin formed on his face at that thought.

Looking up at the star he was named after, Regulus took another deep breath before uttering his next words.

"Happy birthday, Regulus."

Chloe or Sam or Sophia or Marcus

They sat in silence. How else are you meant to sit with a boy you once loved so much that it hurt to breathe? But no, James and Regulus were more than that. Their love story wasn’t simply painful, it was a normal Romeo and Juliet story. It was wretched, rotting. Cursed longer than their souls had existed, cursed before their bloodlines started. There was no universe or alternate timeline in which they ever had a happy story, that didn’t stop them from both wishing they did. In their most impossible dreams, they pretended like it was. Yet neither of them would ever admit they were smart enough to know the truth.

James sat on the bench, his hands intertwined. If you looked close enough you could see he looked distant, in his thoughts– like, maybe he was pretending one of his hands wasn’t his own.

Regulus was sat next to him, avoiding eye contact. As always. So Incredibly close to James he could feel the warmth of his skin, yet he still seemed to be just out of James’ reach. James had always hated irony. If you followed Regulus’ gaze you could see him sneaking glimpses at James' hands, and at moments like these– maybe just maybe Regulus was pretending no different to how James was.

The war had ended a few months prior. Although Sirius had begun to forgive Regulus, mind you– slowly, James refused to enter a city with him in it, let alone share a bench with him until now.

Maybe it was something about this spot, about Hogwarts that made him softer. James wished it was strong enough to make him able to forgive, but yet some things aren’t even that strong.

James opened his mouth, Regulus prepared for the slap.

‘’You did some things that I can’t unabsorb.’ James’ spoke, each word careful. Eggshells.

Regulus deserved that he did. The mark on his forearm would forever be a reminder of that, and James. Oh pure and loving James Potter, even he had limits.

‘Well, you turned me into an idea of sorts.’ Regulus ground out. A defence mechanism, always. James had learned to know that type of response all too well, and yet despite the weight his words held, they didn’t hurt.

James let out a shaky laugh. ‘At least I won’t have to wonder if you’ve changed, still forever the same snarky git I fell in love with.’

Regulus’ heart flipped, but that feeling couldn’t erase the bitter tone that lingered on James’ words. They’d both changed. They both knew that, perhaps James’ fleeting joke was a final attempt to reminisce, Regulus didn’t overthink it.

Regulus’ gaze flicked to James as James leant back against the bench. Shuffling and adjusting, James took a box of cigarettes out of his pocket. Regulus didn’t dare scoff, he didn’t know James’ anymore. Why should he be surprised?

James flipped it open, carelessly– he placed a cigarette between his teeth. Slipping the pack back into his pocket and fumbling for a lighter. Each movement slid together like clockwork, the marks of an old habit. Regulus wondered when it started.

‘You know what I’ve always wondered.’ James spoke, clicking the lighter. ‘If I sell my house, and you have some kids with some pureblood witch, will that make your memory of my hands fade?’ James' voice was cold, passive almost.

Regulus struggled to recognise the boy next to him. He couldn’t resist it anymore, so he turned to look at him. James met his eyes. Gone were the bright brown eyes of James Potter that Regulus had once loved so deeply, instead empty dark ones stared back at him. Lifeless, eyes that could only be found in someone who had seen so much loss. Regulus wondered which loss did it.

‘That was cold of you.’ Regulus mumbled weakly. Stupid, he scorned himself. You ruined him, yet you are the one who cowers at his presence, how awfully poetic.

‘Well, If you want to break my cold cold heart, you know what to say.’ James' voice came out bitter, he lit the cigarette and took a deep inhale. Slipping the lighter away, Regulus averted his gaze.

‘What, that I loved you? I do.’

James took the cigarette between his fingers and exhaled.

‘You didn’t,’ He laughed, tapping the ash away. ‘You may have needed me, but you needed them more. You just expect me to watch that– all of that happen, and believe that you still loved me?’

Regulus didn’t have to ask who he was talking about.

‘They’re gone James.’

James shrugged.

‘Big fucking whoop. What does that change? That may be true but so are other things. Like, you should have left with Sirius, but you didn’t. I should have stayed away from you, I didn’t. They should have been better parents, they weren’t.’

Regulus tried to ignore the feeling in the back of his throat. He couldn’t understand how sweet, good, James Potter was speaking to him like this. Not that he wasn’t wrong, He missed his James, and he hated himself for turning loving James into this person.

‘Why are you here James?’ Regulus somehow found the strength to say.

James looked at him, really looked at him.

‘You know that I loved you the way that you were? Why wasn’t that enough?’

James had always been stronger of the pair of them, but in that moment– He was the one who broke eye contact. He couldn’t bear to see Regulus’ eyes brim, no matter how much he hated him.

‘I don’t know, but I want to be better.’

‘It’s a bit fucking late for that.’ James took another deep puff, before chucking the cigarette on the floor before it burnt too close to his fingers. ‘You know what one of the worst parts is? For me, It was enough just to float in your orbit. Just being around you– I thought that it was all going to be okay, that whatever was going on would work itself out.’ James took a shaky breath, a fracture in his facade. ‘I wish that was enough for you.’

Regulus squeezed his eyes together. ‘You were enough James,’ He breathed. ‘You’ve always been enough–I’m sorry I wasn’t strong enough to choose you.’ James used that moment to steal a glance at him.

Regulus heard movement. Warm breath. Cinnamon. He let his eyes flutter open, James was watching him, carefully. His cold eyes had relaxed slightly, watching Regulus ever so intimately. Regulus resisted the urge to run his hands over his own arms.

James and Regulus had moved closer together, naturally. The space between them on the bench seemed to shorten with each breath. Regulus may have been too weak to choose them, but that didn’t mean James would ever stop being weak for him.

‘You’ve had too many moments of weakness, It’s not fair, I deserve one.’ James mumbled, eyes on Regulus’ lips.

‘Please, James.’ Regulus breathed. He was innately aware of his pounding heart, he had missed the smell of James, his touch. He ached for just a moment with him again. A certain type of release that could only be found through the embrace of James Potter.

The last thing Regulus heard fall from James’ lips sounded like a pained ‘God forgive me.’ but he wasn’t sure, he didn’t care, because James had broken the distance.

What started as a simple, gentle brush of lips turned quickly into a violent collision. A tongue feeling familiar to a gentle I miss you, evolved into passionate I hate you.

James’ hands fell to Regulus’ waist, gripping so hard he might have marked him, James though. Good. Let me mark you like how you have marked me. You’ve altered me body and soul, let me leave a small bruise. Please. Although the thoughts remained unsaid, it was as if Regulus already felt them in his bones. James and Regulus had always known each other so deeply, it was as if they could communicate through simple hums, rhythms that buzzed in each other's bones. They had always felt like one.

Regulus melted into the touch, the taste of James’ tongue euphoric. God he missed what it had felt like to be loved by James Potter. Hands in hair, an entanglement of limbs– that was always how it seemed to go with them. They still touched each other as if each touch was the last, if only they had known when they were younger that that feeling held some truth. Would Regulus have lingered a little longer? Would he have told James he loved him before it was over?

Regulus shut off his thoughts, and allowed him to revel in the feelings of James’ soft hands, which had made their way up to hold Regulus’ face ever so carefully– as if he was scared he’d break him. How sickly ironic, Regulus– a weak deatheater who’d succumbed to the sins of his parentage, weak and pliable in the hands of a boy who kissed and touched like the sun, a boy who represented everything that was left of good in the world.

The heat of the kiss has died down, and changed into gentle kisses, dampened by salt and the ache of what could have been.

James was the one to break it, leaning his head against Regulus’, neither of them dare open their eyes.

‘Will I always have to wonder, Regulus? Or do you think as a part of this being better, you could give me an answer?’

A beat. Regulus wanted to be better, he did that much was true, He just didn’t know how to.

‘I don’t have an answer for you James, I don’t think I ever will.’ Regulus whispered, his eyes didn’t move, frozen– clenched shut. Hiding. At that moment, James knew Regulus would always cower, he would never be able to be better, despite no matter how much they both wanted him to be better.

‘Guess I’ll always wonder.’

Regulus was left alone with only the sound of his own choking breaths. He didn't open his eyes till the air he breathed felt clean, he wasn’t sure he would ever stop missing the smoke. Guess he’d always wonder.

the image i have in my head of that-

Regulus who brews Amortentia repeatedly the year before he died because that was the only way for him to smell James

black family hcs

Sirius looks more like his mother than his father, and Regulus is just the opposite (yes, Orion and Walburga shared a shit ton of relatives, but I think they looked quite different)

all the siblings rushed to Andromeda's room whenever they were scared. Be it baby Sirius when the thunder was so loud he couldn't stop trembling, or Narcissa when she was awaiting her OWL results, or Regulus when he felt like he had lost Sirius forever.

Bellatrix was the one who got crucio'd the most. Yes, she was obedient to Voldemort, yes, she supported the dark arts, but her obedience came with a price that was her sanity.

the marauders weren't as sneaky as they thought they were during their first year. It was Narcissa who fine tuned their pranks (she did not like that Sirius was hanging out with blood-traitors, but she was a prankster too) and ensured that they did not get caught.

Regulus sleeps on his arms. He tries to sleep on his back, but for some reason, it never works out.

the reason for the above is that when Sirius and Regulus shared a room (as toddlers), Sirius would always pull Regulus closer to him when the latter was asleep. Many times, they would face each other, Regulus' arms squished between his and Sirius' body and Sirius' arms around his. Regulus does not know this.

Sirius makes time to stargaze at least once a week. When it first started, it was a means of spotting the constellations/stars of all the members in his family, and soon, it became a means of escape the Black brothers used very often.

Sirius also recites names of stars and constellations to keep himself from losing his mind whenever he is crucio'd. This was also what kept him alive in Azkaban apart from redemption.

Narcissa always dutch braids her hair. It annoyed her parents, because they are of French ethnicity, but it was one of the many styles that made her sharp features stand out.

after running away with Ted, Andromeda couldn't sleep for weeks because she fully expected that one of her family members would somehow find her and kill her, or worse, drag her back.

a similar thing took place right after Dora was born for obvious reasons.

Bellatrix loved to play the electric guitar. Her parents didn't know about the guitar she had hid under the floorboards of her room and certainly did not know about the complex magic she had used to start the guitar without the use of electricity (even better, she developed it when she was underage)

Orion's hair and beard were always groomed. Everyone assumed it was magic, but Regulus was the only one who knew that it was due to Sleakzey's, Fleamont Potter's creation. He had been threatened with having to see Sirius getting tortured for three full hours, which was the only reason he carried this secret to the grave.

on a similar note, SIrius also saw Walburga using Sleakzey's to tame her hair. Walburga, however, did not know he knew.

the Blacks always dined together. Even if someone was sent to their room or grounded, they made it a point to ensure everyone important was there to eat their meals. These meals were also frequented by the portraits, and a full extended family conversation would nearly always take place.

the Blacks also had abysmal immunity (incest and good immunity do not go hand in hand in this case). However, Kreacher was great at healing charms, so it was very tough to tell when someone was actually sick.

every single Black sibling was not straight, apart from Andromeda, who would throw her fists at anyone who showed even a smidge of homophobia.

Walburga had developed a counter-charm for the permanent fixing charm, and when Sirius found out, he stayed up for five whole days to successfully find a way to make something impervious to Walburga's counter charm.

However, he had forgotten about it during his time in Azkaban, and didn't have the energy to recover it after that.

Andromeda's favourite colour was green. Not the green that characterised slytherin (she thought it was elegant, but it wasn't her taste), but the light green that symbolises new life.

Bellatrix tried to run away once. It did not work.

Regulus, though he loves rings, hates that they sometimes get stained by ink. Therefore, he started wearing them as necklaces, and it isn't rare to see him loosening them during the day.

he did not risk it at home though, especially after he was declared the heir.

“𝕀’𝕝𝕝 𝕜𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞 𝕚𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕥𝕣𝕪 𝕚𝕥. 𝕀’𝕝𝕝 𝕜𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕓𝕖𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕘𝕠𝕥 𝕒 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕝𝕒𝕪 𝕒 𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕠𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦.”

-ℂ𝕣𝕚𝕞𝕤𝕠𝕟 ℝ𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕓𝕪 𝕓𝕚𝕫𝕒𝕣𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕤, ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟙𝟠.

... I just saw an advertisement for luxury ayurveda. Luxury ayurveda. Just. Why.

This both broke and healed something in me.

Just looked at a blog where the header description said 'sometimes I reblog posts I like so I don't forget them'.

And I feel like that, right there, explains so much about how the site has changed in the last few months.

People now think reblogging is an unusual behaviour, rather than a default.

Tumblr newbies, please, for the love of baby Jesus, reblog the posts you like. That is the whole reason the site exists - for you to collect all your shiny fandom objects in a single space. Which you can organize to your heart's content. Or not organize at all, if that's your jam.

Our blogs are intended to be collections of posts, not collections of likes.

regulus black who was exploited by his parents as a kid and turned into teen pop sensation who later managed to get himself emancipated and disappeared from the public eye. when he emerges years later, transitioned and finally living for himself, his favorite thing to do is to gaslight anyone who finds a single resemblance between him and the elusive popstar who disappeared almost a decade ago.

pls rb if you think cuddling doesn't have to be s3xual

im tryna prove a point to my bf's mother help me out

rip rosekiller. you would've loved saying "okay boomer" to every authority figure

fleamont the type of dad that when james is sweating and shaking trying to say he likes boys his response is “oh i had several gay relationships at hogwarts”

jegulus cooking hcs

(desi james, french regulus)

regulus cannot stand how much spice james' cooking has, but over time, he begins to love it (not that he tells james that though)

regulus introduces james to crossiants, and james can't pronounce it to save himself. it drives reg crazy.

james has banned reg from the kitchen. reg is a shit cook and james has found himself burning the food too often when he just stares at his boyfriend munching on a cookie or two.

regulus can't cook to save his life

he loves doing the dishes though

and since james hates doing the dishes or cleaning up after he cooks, that part is left to regulus

james cleans the dining table though

regulus bakes cakes often. do they come out well? 80% of the time, yes. but james eats it whether it is too sweet, too chocolatey or too burnt.

james loves gardening but cannot grow flowers.

regulus does that while james tends to the gardens.

regulus is the biggest advocate of organic food

james loves the taste of the roadside pani puri wala, which reg chastises him for because 'no, james, it might not be clean'

which was what started james' idea to run a chaat shop.

regulus has to stop james from adding too many ingredients when he makes french food, because 'no, james, you cannot andaza this shit out. there is a recipe for a fucking reason'

james' favourite french food is bouillabaisse

regulus loves paneer butter masala

or anything paneer, really

whenever regulus bakes a cake and frosts it, more frosting ends up on james' face than on the cake.

james has thrown a spatula at regulus too many times to count.

and while reg pretends like he hates that, he loves the way james' lips settle into a line the second before he throws the spatula.

but they love food

and each other

and nothing can ever stop them from finding themselves in a tangled mess after lunch, regulus' fingers slowly tracing the stubble along james' jaw and james muttering 'i love you, meri jaan' while peppering kisses all over reg's face and body