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Only real ones know

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Changed my brain chemistry forever

Fireworks

2023 ‘Stranizza d'amuri’ Directed by Beppe Fiorello

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the gallagher house gives me a type of comfort I cannot explain with words

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Sequences from my finished animation. Inspired by a dog named Teacake.

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sirius black who drives with one hand on the steering wheel, who helps peter tie his tie, who draws on his arms in class, who always hands in his essays last minute, yet perfectly written and always well over the requested length, who wears huge boots and jeans too large for him and a leather jacket one size too big, who loves the beach and the sea, who pierced his nose in his dorm’s bathroom with a sewing needle, who only listens to james, whose favourite weather is the cold winter because the wind sends shivers through his bones, making him feel something, who leans put the window when he smokes in their dorm because james always complains the smoke, who does crosswords in pen and ink because he knows he’s not wrong, who hurts the people he hates and longs for the people he loves, who is reckless and determined and intelligent and arrogant, who’s loyal as a dog and whose words are as sharp as knives.

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People have the audacity to say they weren't fucking.

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Sucks that "sleeping together" refers to sex. Sometimes a fella just wants to snooze with a pal.

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do me a solid and just reblog this saying what time it is where you are and what you’re thinking about in the tags.

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“hi.”

“hey.”

“aren’t you tired after the game?”

“can’t sleep,” sirius said, kicking his feet up on remus’ bed. “it seems like you’re in the same situation, though. what’s up with you?”

“nothing,” remus muttered, pulling his knees to his chest and hugging his legs, his chin resting on his knee.

“come on, i know you better than that,” sirius tsked, putting his head on remus’ shoulders and lacing their fingers together, an old habit, his touch igniting sparks in remus’ body.

“do you have a cigarette?” remus asked, changing the topic of the conversation.

sirius gave him one of those devilish grins, that only he had, and that made remus’ heart thrum in his chest. then, held out a hand for him. “let’s go sit on the windowsill. otherwise, potter will wake up and complain about the smoke.”

“alright,” remus sighed, watching sirius get up and look through the pockets of the jeans discarded on the floor.

he watched him, a moonlit shadow, open the window, and he took that as a sign to get up and join sirius, his joints still aching. sirius pulled remus next to him, their knees knocking together and sirius’ leg between remus’.

sirius lit his cigarette up leaned forward, awkwardly but with his usual elegance, bringing their mouths close together, helped remus with his. he leaned back against the wall, and remus watched his plump lips wrapped around the cigarette, and how hie eyes were lit up by the dim spark.

“so?”

“it’s stupid.”

“is it, though?”

“mhm.”

“i’m willing to listen to it either way,” sirius shrugged, taking a long drag out of his cigarette, and remus watched it flicker between sirius’ long fingers. “we’re mates, aren’t we?”

“that’s the problem,” remus said, looking away from sirius. “that if i tell you, it will all go down to hell.”

“oh, come on, you’re being dramatic.” sirius grinned, pushing himself up on his knees so that he was sitting next to remus, and so that remus had to turn his head to face him. their lips were so close, and there was a lump in remus’ throat, and his heart was beating so fast, and, and—

“let me do it?”

remus didn’t even know what he meant by that, but he nodded, and sirius’ mouth was pressed against his, their cigarettes discarded somewhere that didn’t matter anymore. and sirius’ mouth was pressed against his, and his fingers were wrapped around remus’ arm, and sirius’ shirt was crumpled in remus’ fist and it wad all too much and too little at the same time and it was addicting and fucking beautiful.

it might have been a few minutes. it might have been hours, or days, or forever, until they broke apart, and sirius laughed. remus didn’t know what they were laughing about, but he joined in, their laughter bouncing through the smoke-filled air.

“why did you do that?” remus asked, and tried to stop himself from bringing his hand up to his lips, to make sure that it was all real.

“just wanted to. been wanting to for a while, actually,” sirius added, and there was something in his eyes that made remus go weak in the knees.

remus hummed, his eyes gliding over to sirius’ lips, which parted into a grin.

“right. well, i—”

“you think i should do it again, don’t you?” he asked, looking at him with a raised brow, and an amused expression.

remus nodded, and sirius cupped the back of his neck, where soft curls were nestled. he pressed their mouths together, again, and remus let himself be guided by him. he let himself be loved, he let himself be held, through cigarette smoke and cold night’s air.

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Shot of dopamine

remus, gently holding a book and remus, gently holding sirius

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i hate having inspo constantly until i actually have the chance to write

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If you think Sirius Black drinks black coffee, you’re wrong. He’d love a good latte.