What if we k*ss*d 🫣
How can I breathe, when I need the same air that passes thru you.
Let me take it
I claim it
You're mine, maybe just this night.
wolfstar ♡
this is my first time posting on tumblr and my first time sharing my art so hello!
study by reference photo
My heart craved for some jegulus/starchaser/sunseeker or whatever you want to called them
Pranksters and Poets as Dead Poets Society scenes
Our science bros
Our token straight couple dynamic:
After he tells them them that he had a 2 seconds interaction with Alice
*alice and her friend appear to talk with frank*
Jegulus dynamic
seeing Frank and Alice talking
frank calling Alice in front of everyone
Evan 'don't know how to comfort people' Rosier
evan is me, i am evan
regulus: wake up, we’re gonna be late to class
remus: merlin regulus shut up it’s 8 in the fucking morning
remus: wait
remus: what are you doing in our dorm
regulus: i uhm… i’m not here, you’re dreaming, it’s all an illusion
james: why would remus be dreaming about a shirtless regulus black laying next to me in bed trying to wake me up?
regulus: i don’t know what kind of weird things lupin dreams about
remus: excuse me, what the fuck is going on
james: you tell me… why are you dreaming about my boyfriend being shirtless
im sorry but in my universe regulus was james’ first Gay Awakening
james “you are so rude” potter and regulus “you are such a fucking cunt” black
Regulus Pandora Barty Evan and Dorcas are now my comfort friendship. There needs to be a name for them so if anyone knows/has any suggestions, you should tell right now.
evan: why does regulus call you babygirl?
….
james: how about we stop talking for a little while
“I can feel you staring, James.” Regulus mumbles, eyes closed as he basks in the late afternoon sun.
James laughs and rolls onto his side, propping himself up against his elbow. “I’d say I’m sorry, love, but I’m really not.”
Regulus sighs, but from the new angle, James can see his lips curling up towards one side. In fact, now James can see all of Regulus in his entirety. The way his curls sway in the faint breeze, how his slender fingers tap along his rib cage to an inaudible tune, and especially the way that warm sun rays kiss Regulus’ cheek bones, highlighting his most prominent features like an angelic—
“You’re still staring, James.” Regulus sings, effectively bringing James back to reality.
James groans. “I can’t help it, Reggie.” He falls down beside Regulus on the grass, eyes never once leaving his face. “You just look so pretty in the sun.”




