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literally me.

If you’re not amazed by the stars on a clear night then we won’t work.

my children will absolutely know them and i'll tell them, "the boyband at my time, one direction, they just had fun. they were just normal guys but i really really loved them so much."

You will be greatly missed in his life Liam

Always in our hearts and in our memories 🫂❤

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“It’s complicated.”

“Perfect. I love complicated.”

- Kill Your Darlings, 2013

Sirius who's mental health got worse because of Azkaban. Sirius who stayed at Grimmauld Place, and couldn't tone down his mother's voice inside his head. Sirius who flinched every time his mother's painting started to shout because of other's recklessness and tried to calm down himself enough to not get into full on panic. Sirius who eventually, broke down and started hallucinating his mother every where. And Sirius who eventually couldn't see the line between reality and imagination, so he thought James is alive. Sirius who looked at Harry but he couldn't see his godson. That was his best friend. James was right beside him, and his mother's voice long gone. Sirius dying, knowing all too well that his best friend was right by his side when he died. Sirius died without even a whisper of his mother's harsh, cruel words. Just him and his best friend, fighting shoulder to shoulder.

Sirius who's mental health got worse because of Azkaban. Sirius who stayed at Grimmauld Place, and couldn't tone down his mother's voice inside his head. Sirius who flinched every time his mother's painting started to shout because of other's recklessness and tried to calm down himself enough to not get into full on panic. Sirius who eventually, broke down and started hallucinating his mother every where. And Sirius who eventually couldn't see the line between reality and imagination, so he thought James is alive. Sirius who looked at Harry but he couldn't see his godson. That was his best friend. James was right beside him, and his mother's voice long gone. Sirius dying, knowing all too well that his best friend was right by his side when he died. Sirius died without even a whisper of his mother's harsh, cruel words. Just him and his best friend, fighting shoulder to shoulder.

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Imagine hearing the name Sirius Black and only thinking of Harry Potter's Godfather instead of leather jackets, crop tops, electric guitars, vinyl collections, fabulous hair, chains, rings, tattoos, piercings, motorbikes, huge black dogs and hearing 'caviar and cigarettes, well versed in etiquette' play in the back of your mind. I could never.

I actually have to think for a mo whenever someone mentions Harry Potter's godfather

Like who? Who are you talking about??

Sirius takes Regulus out with his friends, because really, his little brother needs to do something else other than being alone in their house reading.

Sirius: see, Reggie? You just needed some sun.

Regulus, looking at James with interest: or somebody's son.