Todo en el mundo es falso. La hierba en el campo de fútbol ni siquiera es hierba. Es plástico! Toda la gente es falsa. Están hechos de metal. Pero me gustas, y eso no es falso

pov. new remus lupin fancast?... maybe? no? just me?

i blog for girls who are plagued by loneliness despite being overall well liked

no one wants to hear it but love is earned after the initial infatuation. commitment is something u both mutually agree to and then from there it’s work. it’s not work like it’s a chore it’s jus work like it takes effort. to get good at these things takes practice. it takes practice to learn to communicate better and it takes practice to learn to love each other in the ways u need to be loved.

And it’s also terrifying! Like it’s the kind of vulnerability you can’t do while being all cool and in control of things, you have to like open up the really awkward, ugly inner part of yourself and hope that the other person is still into you. 

Like you have to actually say - with words coming out of your mouth or hands or whatever way you use to directly communicate in person - what you would like from the other person! You have to say stuff like “hey the thing you did made me feel some ways and we have to address this like adults” and hope that the other person says “I see, yes I also think we should address this like adults” (instead of “no I didn’t” or “you’re overreacting” or other shut-down-ing shit that ruins lives). 

Worth the read my oh my

More Cassandra Jean sexytimes — Jem and Tessa in Clockwork Prince. 

After the Bridge: The Full Story (Jem/Tessa)

hi Cassie! idk if you’ve noticed, but I think you’ve invoked a small (and quite entertaining) url revolution. — hornyjem

I did. I am very proud. :)

This is the full story of After the Bridge, a tale for those who might have wondered what Tessa and Jem did after they met on Blackfriars Bridge in the epilogue of Clockwork Princess. If you’ve been waiting to read it until it was done, it is now done.

Those who do not like Tessa&Jem together or Jessa sexytimes probably should skip this. (You will not miss anything that will affect your understanding of later books.) Those who like that sort of thing will find this the sort of thing they like.

After the Bridge alternates POV between Jem and Tessa. This is Part Five, the full story. As this is one short story and not chaptered, each post will contain the whole story from the beginning up to the point where that part ends so that new readers or readers who don’t remember what happened won’t have to hunt down the previous post(s.)

AFTER THE BRIDGE : Now with (sexy) art by Cassandra Jean! 

Keep reading

Valentine's Day Cut Scene #2 Will and Jem

Scene cut from Clockwork Prince - Will tells Jem about his secret

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TMI/TID/TDA/TEC/TLH Extras

The Mortal Instruments

City of Bones (27 March 2007)

City of Ashes (25 March 2008)

City of Glass (24 March 2009)

* Cut, deleted or changed

City of Fallen Angels (5 April 2011)

City of Lost Souls (8 May 2012)

City of Heavenly Fire (27 May 2014)

The Infernal Devices

Clockwork Angel (31 August 2010)

Clockwork Prince (6 December 2012)

Clockwork Princess (19 March 2013)

The Dark Artifices

Set before the books

Lady Midnight (8 March 2016)

Lord of Shadows (23 May 2017)

Queen of Air and Darkness (4 December 2018)

The Eldest Curses

The Red Scrolls of Magic (9 April 2019)

The Lost Book of The White (1 September 2020)

The Last Hours

Set before the books

Chain of Gold Extra Content (flash fiction)

Chain of Gold (3 March 2020)

Chain of Iron (2 March 2021)

Unidentified snippets

The bonus content is put under the book titles where you can find the extras in, e.g. The Act of Falling is set in City of Fallen Angels but you can find it in City of Lost Souls.

Mark, Kieran, and Cristina (Line art practice 2)

I love this trio! I really hope there’s more coming for their connection:)

(EDIT: this is a re-upload, I had initially had this pic with cristina’s name spelled ‘christina’ oops:P)

❤🧡💛💚💙💜

Whatever the Price, I'd Pay

Okay.

Breathe.

We need to talk about Galadriel and Orion.

And how their love is fuelling my old, rotting heart that has long given up on YA romances.

And I'm literally sobbing as I type this now, listening to a song that is so Galadriel and Orion.

I think it's because something in me resonates so much with El's connection with Orion, with finding someone who opens up your life and makes it better, just by being in it.

Something resonates in me that two people who never expected to live beyond the Scholomance found someone who made them dream of a future, of a life of more than just misery and being left out.

They didn't even interact for much of the book - Orion was off hunting and El was trying to not become a maleficer, and I was expecting them to have a major falling out over Orion not having mal's to kill and I was expecting him to turn into a jerk and blame her for his predicament but instead he opens up to her, and just tells her he sucked New York dry of mana, and now he has no mals to feed in it.

Misunderstanding was never their issue, it was the fact that they understood each other so much, but being so helpless at stopping each other for being noble idiots.

But my heart is so full for them, that they have this... thing that doesn't need waxing poetic script or kisses stolen.

My heart is so full from a romance that needed no weird issues and dilemmas to sort through. It's just... love. In the purest sense of the word - where it becomes a choice to be someone better, it becomes a choice to be someone better.

And it has been a long time since I fell in love with 2 people like this...

But I really hope they get a happy ending.

You hear me Naomi Novik?

i heard there is a new meme in town

baked beans yes or no

Are those whiskers?

Pairing: Wolfstar

Warnings: Drinking, mild smut, all the feels 

Remus was cold, again. Even under his bed covers and surrounded by books. It was as if the transition had sapped the warmth from his body, even days later. He drew the covers closer and tried to ignore the empty feeling in his bones. His eyes were beginning to droop closed, and he might even have fallen asleep if it weren’t for that thumping noise drawing closer and closer. “YOU!” The dormitory door screeched in protest as it banged open.  Books and papers slid across his duvet as the curtains of his four poster bed were whipped open. “Where have you been?! I’ve been looking for you all night!” The deep voice bordered on theatrical. Remus didn’t have to look to know who it was. 

Instead he dived to save the large tome that was about to fall on Sirius’s foot. 

“I think you have the answer to that one Pads, I’ve been here.” “And what have you been doing here?!” Accused Sirius, unperturbed.

Remus looked about the room, affronted.  “I thought I’d work on the map…Sirius, have you been drinking?” Questioned Remus, frowning slightly. 

“Of course I’ve been drinking Moons.” Sirius’s voice had become a little throaty, Remus thought. It sounded kind of good.

Sirius swung around the four poster bed, and Remus just about managed to sweep the rest of his books aside before he collapsed on top of the bed, sighing deeply.

Remus was suddenly aware that he was wearing little more than a pair of boxers under the sheets. “The question is, why weren’t you drinking Moony? You're​ missing the party of the year. I only left because I couldn’t find you.” Remus concentrated on piling the books onto his bedside table. “Pads, what party are you talking about?” He said to his nightstand. Sirius rolled onto his stomach, pushing Remus across the bed and propping up his head on his hands. Remus did his best to ignore the way he could feel Sirius’s warmth at his side, even through the sheets. “Sirius, what party?” Remus pushed, if only to distract himself. “What party?!” Sirius’s exclamation turned into a frown, as he fell deep in thought. “Actually…it was sort of impromptu…” He admitted. “I’m not entirely sure how I got there if I’m honest.” Sirius’s eyebrows knitted together. An exasperated smile was creeping across Remus’s face. “And…why do you have…I mean, are those cat whiskers?” Sirius gasped and nodded somberly, drawing himself even closer, so that Remus could see the smudged face paint quite clearly. “I saw those two Hufflepuffs we tricked into doing our potions essay last week….I needed a disguise.” Sirius raised his eyebrows, as if he expected Remus to be impressed. Remus couldn’t help the snort that escaped his lips. “Yeah, well… they don’t suit you. You’re a dog, remember?” 

Sirius slapped a hand across his face, as if he’d somehow managed to forget this fact about himself. 

“By all means” He smirked, “take them off.” 

Remus smiled, he couldn’t help it. “Maybe I will.” 

He reached into his bedside drawer, pulling out a towel and wetting it with his wand. “Stay still.” 

Sirius smirked, pushing back his hair and closing his eyes ceremoniously. 

For a moment the thought flickered across Remus’s mind that it would take just a few centimetres for him to close the gap between their lips. 

Instead he sighed and pressed the towel to Sirius’s face. His free hand drifted to Sirius’s jaw, holding him in place. It was hard not to spread his fingers out, not to slide his hand back and lose it in Sirius’s hair. To pull him forward and…

Remus shook his head and moved to the other cheek, working quickly now. 

When he moved his hand away Sirius followed. Did he imagine that, or did Sirius just lean his face into his cupped palm? Remus stayed frozen, mesmerized by the trust of Sirius’s closed eyes.  

He dropped the towel, and took the liberty of running his fingers across Sirius’s newly clean cheeks. When his eyes flickered open Remus dropped his hands guiltily. 

“All done.”

Sirius smiled. “Back to my beautiful self.” 

Remus’s snort was quickly replaced by a gasp as Sirius rolled over and wriggled under the covers. Suddenly Sirius’s body was against his bare skin. Sirius was in his bed. Remus tried to control his erratic heartbeat, but he was only wearing boxers and Sirius was in. his. bed. Tingles burned across his skin as an oblivious boy flicked off his shoes and socks. 

“Why is your bed so much comfier than mine?!” He asked, throwing his head onto the pillow dangerously close to Remus’s face and staring at the ceiling. “I…I thought our beds were the same.” Muttered Remus weakly. He was suddenly intensely aware of how the back of his hand was brushing up against Sirius’s. “Nope, yours is definitely better than mine.” Sirius said decidedly, letting out a contented sigh. After a few minutes pause, in which Remus tried desperately to control his heartbeat, he broke the silence. “So…you’re just going to sleep here are you?” He tried to keep his tone light as he stared determinedly at the ceiling. “If you want me to move…” Sirius yawned, clearly crashing after his busy night, “…you’ll have to make me.” He turned his face towards Remus and closed his eyes, putting out the light with a lazy flick of his wrist. Remus didn’t want Sirius to go anywhere, so he kept his mouth shut. If he stopped staring at the ceiling and turned his face sideways he would be practically nose to nose with Sirius, and he couldn’t decide if that was a brilliant idea, or a terrible one. Remus closed his own eyes and sighed. There was a comfortable fuzz of warmth and tiredness creeping over them.

The back of Sirius’s hand was still touching his, and one of his legs was now hooked over Remus’s. There was a steady wave of tingles rolling back and forth across Remus’s body, and he thanked Merlin Sirius hadn’t taken any clothes off, because he was pretty sure his body would have exploded. “You’re drunk.” He murmured, as much for himself as Sirius. “Not as drunk as you think I am.” Came the low reply.

Remus’s heart leapt, but his mouth couldn’t quite form any words. Sirius lapsed into a sleepy silence, until, quite naturally, Remus turned his face to the side. Even though his eyes were firmly shut, he could feel Sirius’s hot breath on his lips. Sirius must have felt him too, but he didn’t move an inch. Was he asleep? Was he just drunk? It was then Remus realized that their fingers had become intertwined. It was subtle, almost accidental, but it couldn’t be a mistake. Could it? With his heart in his mouth, Remus made the tiniest of movements, dragging his pinky finger in the smallest of circles across Sirius’s skin. Sirius’s wordless reply came quickly, as he mirrored his movements with his thumb, which had found its way to the top of Remus’s thigh. Nerves and pure excitement coiled in Remus’s chest. Was this really happening? He couldn’t be mistaking these signs. Still, no words passed between the boys, and Remus stayed frozen to the pillow. But the tension in his chest kept building as the circles Sirius was teasing on his upper thigh grew bigger and bolder. With each circle he knew he couldn’t be mistaking it.

This was it. He had to do it. He wanted to do it, Merlin he wanted to do it so badly. Hiding behind closed eyes, he inched his lips closer and closer, pulse hammering in his ears. It took almost a full minute until Remus was so close he couldn’t possibly go back. Still, he wasn’t quite sure who closed the gap, but it was happening. 

Sirius’s lips were soft, teasing. Remus felt the tension in his chest expand into something like euphoria. He was lost in Sirius’s musky smell, the soft feel of his hair, the press of his body, his lips, Merlin his lips. Why hadn’t he been doing this his whole life?

Remus all but moaned in protest when Sirius broke the kiss.

“Finally. Merlin, I’ve been waiting so long to kiss you.” Sirius said, his voice deep and raspy.

Remus tried to form words, but Sirius’s hand was travelling along his waist, tugging their hips closer together. What left Remus’s mouth was more like a growl.

Sirius let out a chuckle that was quickly stifled by a kiss as Remus’s hand slid to his face. He leant into the touch, releasing a wave of something excitement that flooded every nerve in Remus’s body. He was greedy now, every inch of Sirius was a too-long forbidden place he could finally explore.

Their mouths came together harder and more desperately this time, and after a few moments Remus tugged at Sirius’s bottom lip, sucking and grazing his teeth over the soft skin. Before he knew it he’d let out another soft growl of satisfaction. “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do that.” He murmured. Sirius’s grin was visible even in the half darkness. “Oh I might have an idea.” He replied, sliding on top of Remus and grinding gently onto his hips. 

He leant down to Remus’s ear, “There are a few things I’ve been waiting to do to you.”

When Sirius’s fingers reached down past the soft waistband of his boxers, Remus took in a sharp breath. His face must have betrayed him, because the corners of Sirius’ mouth fell. 

Sirius pressed his hand flat against Remus’s chest, and he was sure Sirius could feel his frantic heartbeat underneath it. 

“Tell me this doesn’t feel right.” Said Sirius, his voice edged and desperate.

He leant down, pushing Remus further into the soft bed, and pressing his lips to the skin of his neck. 

“Tell me this doesn’t feel right, and I’ll stop.” He breathed. 

Remus shook his head, fighting hard not to let himself go “You’re drunk.”

Sirius drew back, focusing a long hard stare into Remus’s eyes. 

“A little.” He rasped, sliding backward and pulling Remus into a sitting position.

Sirius slid his hands around Remus’s neck, pressing their foreheads together and concentrating very hard on slowing his breathing. 

“Yeah.” He breathed. “I’m a little, little bit tipsy. But I’ve been thinking about kissing you for seven years. And I’m not sure I can wait another seven seconds.”

Sirius pulled away just far enough that he could focus on Remus’s face in the dim light. 

“But if you ask me to I will.” 

Remus stared at the boy in front of him. He already knew his world had shifted.

He pressed a thumb into Sirius’s lip, trying to convince himself this was real.

“Promise me you’ll feel the same in the morning, Sirius.” 

Warm hands cupped Remus’s face, forcing his eyes back to the grey pools in front of him.

“I promise, Remus” The way Sirius said his name already had Remus leaning forward, grabbing a handful of his soft shirt, kissing whatever skin he could reach, but Sirius didn’t stop. 

“I promise.” He murmured into Remus’s neck. “I promise.” He breathed as his lips brushed against his ear. 

“I think I’ll feel this way for the rest of my life.”

peter : i never know whether i should use "farther" or "further"

remus : farther is for physical distance and further for metaphorical distance

sirius : and "father" is for emotional distance

james : sirius nO-

regulus : no, no, he got a point