Uh... Yes?? Because misogyny?? Hello??
Yall just looove blaming women for misogyny I guess
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Uh... Yes?? Because misogyny?? Hello??
Yall just looove blaming women for misogyny I guess
Description of the United States of America in the 21st century……
yes exactly
@yerawzrdarry I love him so much
Tom Nook: Do you mind if I invite my old museum curator friend, Blathers?
Me, visibly sobbing: You tell that old son of a bitch to come home
which oc got chased by geese around the entire perimeter of the local pond as a child and they insist they did not provoke the geese (but they did)
@yerawzrdarry you in real life
when you’re trying to write and your last two functioning brain cells start yelling at each other
This might be the best thing I’ve ever seen
@yerawzrdarry omfg they sent him a birthday package
Congratulations, you are a writer! Prepare to get:
Sounds about right
local bitch decides to daydream instead of getting a degree
cashiers don’t actually care what you buy you could buy a fork a toaster and a bath plug and i wouldnt notice all i’m thinking abt is “in five min it will be one hour until two hours before i can go home”
logical brain: it’s just fanfiction… you’re writing this for fun… it’s okay if it’s not perfect as long as you enjoyed creating it
monkey brain: everything I write must be groundbreaking
“I’m finally going to write! I have a great idea!”
LAUGHS LOUDLY
Okay but have you ever read so many fanfics you don’t even know what is canon anymore and now you’re like did this happen or not yeah whatever let’s say it happened so now you have this whole new universe in your head that you think is all from the books but yeah no it’s just ur fading memories bc that’s me ok
I don’t know if you’re still taking requests, but if you are, then can you do Wolfstar? About 5th year, alone in the dorm room. When Remus finds out about the scars Sirius’ mother gives him. He only finds out because Sirius was trying to comfort him. Remus’ POV
Yes!!!!!!!!!! ♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️
“Moony? Moons? Remus? Are you’re alright?” Sirius asked, gently shaking Remus.
“Piss off, Padfoot,“ Remus muttered pulling the blanket closer and burying his face in the pillow. He just wanted to be left alone. The full moon two nights earlier had been the worst Remus remembered. He spent a day and a half in the Hospital Wing. Despite her very best efforts Madam Pomfrey hadn’t been able to prevent the horrible scarring across Remus’s face. He looked like the monster he truly was.
“I’m not going anywhere. You haven’t said a word to anyone since you got back. What happened?” Sirius demanded, hand resting on Remus’s back, on top of the covers.
“I’m a fucking monster. Just leave me alone,” Remus snapped, utterly determined to lie there wallowing in his own misery.
“No you are not. You fold your socks for Merlin’s sake, Mooney!” Sirius laughed. Remus felt the bed dip, as Sirius stretched out beside him.
“Yes, I am! just look at me. I’m a hideous monster,” Remus bellowed, whipping around to confront Sirius. “Even Pomfrey can’t fix it,” He said, staring challengingly at Sirius.
“They’re just scars Moony. All that they prove is that you went through something awful and survived. It doesn’t make you a monster,” Sirius said, his warm cupping Remus’s cheek, thumb stroking along raised red lines. “It makes you strong.”
“That’s easy for you to say, you might as well be part Veela.” Remus huffed, hating himself a little more for how much he was enjoying the warmth of Sirius’s hand.
“According to you, I’m a hideous monster too.” Sirius said, his breath hot and sweat.
“I don’t understand?”
Sirius sat up abruptly and began to undo the buttons on his white dress shirt.
Remus wanted to protest but was too preoccupied watching Sirius’s nimble fingers undo his buttons and slide his shirt off.
“I’ve got scars too Moony. By your logic – which is flawed, just by the by – I’m a monster too.”
“That’s not what I – Padfoot where did these come from?” Remus asked, leaning closer to trace the shiny raised lines running vertically down Sirius’s back, with his fingers. He hadn’t seen these before, though he had to admit he wasn’t looking for them.
“Why, Mother dearest, of course,’ Sirius said haughtily, Remus could swear he was almost laughing. “Couple of them were for having the audacity to be sorted into Gryffindor, the rest were for… Oh, what was it she called me?” he scratched at the end of his nose while he feigned forgetfulness, “Ah, yes, a ‘filthy, Muggle-loving queer.’ ”
Sirius did then laugh, Remus however did not. He could think of nothing to say, and was quite sure that even if he could, he wouldn’t be able to get the words out. Of course, he had always known that Walburga Black was a nasty piece of work, but he never suspected that she had been cruel enough to abuse her eldest child, and heir.
“I had no idea. I’m -”
“It’s in the past. These scars don’t define me, and neither do yours. You are beautiful Remus, inside and out. It’s going to take a lot more than some scars to keep me away from you. Besides, they lend you a certain rugged handsomeness.”
“I wouldn’t go as far as to-“
“Oh, would you just shut up and kiss me already you idiot,” Sirius grinned, threading his fingers into Remus’s tawny hair and pressing their lips together.
It wasn’t the first time that Sirius had kissed him, but it felt different somehow. Perhaps because it was the first time they were both sober, or maybe because they were both so vulnerable just now. Or it was the way the candle light danced across Sirius’s tanned skin, glistening like ice crystals along the smattering of scars across his back.
Remus didn’t protest when Sirius crawled onto his lap, hands slipping beneath Remus’s shirt. He kissed back with vigor, too wrapped up in the other boy to think anything beyond finally, warm, mine. He hadn’t noticed Sirius unbuttoning his shirt until he broke the kiss, sitting back on Remus’s thighs, watching with darkened eyes as Remus chest heaved.
“You are perfect, Moony.” Sirius whispered before leaning forward to pepper light kisses across Remus’s chest, one for every scar. Remus’s hands roamed Sirius’s back, tracing over the raised bumps, mapping every line.
“Fuck,” Remus gasped, as Sirius’s tongue traced a scar running jagged across Remus’s collar bone.
“Who would have thought that our Perfect Prefect Lupin would be such a swearwolf,” Sirius tutted against Remus’s neck, his long hair tickling a sensitives spot just below his ear. “I wonder what else that filthy mouth can do.”
Remus groaned, but before he could say anything another voice chimed In.
“I definitely don’t wonder! Fuck lads, warn a bloke next time!” James chided.
“Can’t you go stalk Lily or something?” Remus asked.
“Love to mate, but Minnie’s got all of the ghosts on patrol for me tonight. Course, Peeves found out ‘nd tipped me off. Absolute legend. Anyway, you’ll have to fuck your boyfriend some other time.” He said plopping onto his bed and turning the wireless up.
Remus could feel the blush creep across his face. Boyfriend. They hadn’t discussed it.
“If you don’t get out of this room right now, I swear to Merlin, the ghosts will be the least of your problems!” Sirius growled, sending a well-aimed stinging hex at James.
“Ouch, fuck! Guess I’ll go find Pete then,” James grumbled, crossing the dorm. “See you later, horndogs.”
With a crass chuckle at his own pun and a slam of the door, James was finally out of the picture and Sirius turned his attention back to Remus.
“Now, where were we?”
Remus didn’t hesitate when he crashed his and Sirius’s lips together.