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If anyone has any beefy!james or spencer x chubby!reader thoughts please please send them my way <33

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try getting a clear protein powder!! its like drinking sweat tea or lemonade, it’s helped me a lot bcs the consistency of regular protein shakes can be a bit much on empty stomach imo

take care!!<3

Ohh this is so helpful! I'm definitely going to look into getting a clear one because I also don't deal well with certain textures in shakes and if it's too thick or not juice/water like I can hardly stomach it

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i need to get a protein powder for days where i can't be assed eating because sometimes i need the energy food gives me but i don't want to chew yk?

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THIS WEEK HAS FUCKING WRECKED ME I NEED SPORTS TO SAVE ME THIS WEEKEND

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now that i have a laptop again, it feels so good to re-do my entire notion!!! im trying to decide what i'm imputing there and what im not and i cant remember the last time i typed on a laptop for so long

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Hiyaa! Hope your doing well!! I've got a Remus x autistic!reader thought for you! Remus would totally let autistic!reader fiddle with his hands. But not stopping there, he would practically give his whole being as a stress toy. Wanna play with his sweater? Of course. You want his rings? You have them. You like the feel of his hair? Go at it. You enjoy his warmth? He's pressed against you. Never doubt the extent Remus would go for your comfort. LOVE YOUUU BYE!!!

you’ve cracked all the joints in your fingers but you’re still itching for something to do. something to distract yourself as you listen along to your lectures.

you’re in remus’ apartment, both of you having remote classes today and you’d wanted to take advantage of the fact that you could spend the night and not have to rush out of his house to get to class

remus is sat right beside you in his living room, his own headphones on as he listens to his writing class. you’d never want to disturb him, not when he’d finally gotten into the groove after his professor droning on for about thirty minutes.

remus however wants you to disturb him. he knows what he wants may never happen, that he may have to give you a little nudge to get you to actually say what you need, but he can tell from how stiffly your sitting and how your eyes are unfocused that you need something.

very quickly he decides the something will be him- in whatever way pleases you.

“dovey,” he taps the corner of your laptop three times when you don’t respond.

“hm?” you push one muff of your headphones aside and look at him.

“here,” he gives over one of his hands, wiggling his fingers when you just stare at them. “crack them, it helps doesn’t it?”

you nod, taking his fingers and twisting them so the joints crack. remus notes silently, that your shoulders drop a bit and you’re not as wound up as you’d been before.

he hands over his other hand, palm down and fingers stretching to you.

you crack his fingers methodically, a gentle twist and a slightly sharp tug to hear the click of his joints. you lean down to kiss his fingertips when he hisses.

remus has to fight to keep the pink on his neck from crawling any higher.

“feel better, dove?”

you deliberate over your answer before saying, “i do. can we cuddle after class? and exchange sweaters, i want to smell like you.”

remus likes the abrupt way you confess these things to him. like it’s effortless and not at all a chore, he hopes you feel the same about him.

“course we can.” he lets his fingers dance over your palm. “anything else i can do for you, baby?” all earnest and soft in his questioning, you feel your insides liquify.

instead of saying anything, you’re quick to crawl over to him and lay your head in his lap, keeping a hand close to your chest. you perch your laptop on your knees as you carry on with class and remus does the same, content to let you twist and tug at his fingers till you’re feeling less stressed.

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okay i lied, i got hungry mid shower and i’m eating leftovers baked oats and then going to bed

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hi!! i was wondering if you didn’t want any minors interacting with your blog/fics..? quite a few of your works have come across my dashboard, and i’ve loved every single one of then and i would LOVE to follow and everything to show my appreciation, but i don’t want to make you super uncomfortable by interacting.

no worries if not!! i literally turn 18 in 9 days (yes i have a countdown lol) and i totally don’t mind waiting just a little extra!! xx

hi! so i don't mind minors interacting with my posts/ following me as the vast majority of them are sfw, however, on the posts that are explicit i hope that they are honest enough with themselves to adhere to the warnings and the very strict 'MDNI' disclaimer on them all. you can follow me now or after your birthday, which ever suits you all i ask is that if you do follow me now, that you adhere to the nsfw content being for 18+ only

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i took the fattest nap known to man and im gonna shower and go back to sleep so fast

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not toothless testing hiccup with that maze trail thing he drew in the sand ;)

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I have a james request !! The morning after an argument with him and you expect it to be kind of awkward but he just comes up behind you and gives you the tightest hug ever :(

there's a balminess to the air that you associate with summer, the hot months where there's not enough beach days and there's a very obvious shortage of ice cream to brace the heat.

except it isn't summer, there is no need for beach days and the heat isn't from the sun, but it remains in small tendrils of the argument you and james had the night before tickling at your feet.

you don't know how to bridge the gap to him and it feels like he's a million miles away and not just in the kitchen.

you want to say, 'i'm sorry for starting an argument over things you can't control. and i didn't mean that you care more about work than you do about me, i was upset and lonely and i felt like we weren't on the same page.'

it's suffocating to not be on the same page with james. you almost always are- except last night. your chest tightens at the thought of james still being upset.

tears prick hot and heavy behind your eyes as you hazard a glance at him from your spot at the footwell of the stairs. you wish he would turn around so you could get a glimpse of his face; just to see how much upset is still there.

just to see if today is the day where james is finally annoyed with you and decides that he's had enough. that he decides he wants to be free of your nagging and your needing him and everything else.

james saves you from any further spiralling when he greets you with a dimpled smile. it fades just as quick as it spread, concern threaded through his eyebrows at the sight of you digging your toe into the hardwood and rolling your bottom lip between your fingers.

"hey, what's wrong, angel?" his arms are open to you immediately, and you hesitate to rush into them. james opens and closes his hands to you and you acquiesce.

"i'm sorry for last night," you say into his chest and james sighs.

"we already apologised to each other angel. we had a misunderstanding and we were being too stubborn to listen to each other,"

"me more than you." you cut him off to say. james tsks.

"arguments happen, m'heart. we work through them and now that we know what's wrong, we can be better yeah?"

you nod. "you weren't thinking that i was being a bitch?"

james laughs, full body chuckling as he buries his face into your hair. "no, lovey. i'm sorry i haven't been at home as much, but this week i'm going to work on it. okay?" james' hands are cupping your neck, thumbs drawing circles just under your chin.

"i'll try to not hold everything to myself. and tell you when it's bothering me." james nods, fully satisfied.

"do you want to come have breakfast with me? i cut up all your favourite fruits and there's even your favourite for breakfast." god how could you ever think this man could ever despise you.

"yeah, but i'm making your favourite for lunch, jamie." he grins, dimple back out in full force, his shoulders slack and his heart full to bursting of love for you.

"whatever you want, lovey."

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look at the MOON!!!

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Sirius gets more pissed off than you do when people cut you off. He’ll be staring all doey-eyed at the side of your face while you’re talking sbout something you’re interested in but someone speaks over you and he gives them the nastiest side eye before speaking over them and asking you to continue. (The whole time you were just going to politely let them finish before continuing your thought but it makes you mushy inside when he does things like that for you ☺️)

omg yes!!!

Sirius thinks every word you speak is spun in gold. There's something so captivating about the way the words fall from your lips and the way your nose twitches just so when you speak about something that made you particularly excited that gets him all heart-eyed and a little breathless.

You're at another one of James' house parties, this one a lot less eventful than some of the others he'd had, but it's just on the brink of summer so everyone is in as little clothes as possible to beat the heat.

You're sipping on an iced tea, telling your friends the story of how you'd almost gotten scammed out of one of your anticipated sundresses when Mary cuts you across to delve into her own story that's vaguely related to what you were saying.

Sirius hates that you've gone quiet, having been listening to you with rapt attention. He watches you sip your drink patiently, not much care to the fact that you've been cut off, but he turns all slow to face Mary and scowls.

"I think you've lost your manners, Mary," his tone is light, but you know your boyfriend well, he wants her to finish her story so you can get back to talking.

She rolls her eyes, so do your other friends, well accustomed to Sirius' deep need and want for you to also be the thing everyone orbits.

"Siri, stop." you say softly, touching his bicep with wet fingers from the condensation of your cup. His skin is hot where yours is cool, and he gives you a tired smile for it.

"Well, you could at least whisper the rest of the story to me." he says it with as much sass and playfulness as he usually does, and it rewards him with a tinkling laugh and a shake of your head.

"Have patience, baby." Sirius simply shakes his head, inky hair escaping the bun he's tied it back in on the nape of his neck.

"M'being serious, doll. Whisper it to me."

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the infantilization of boy children need to be studied DEEPLY

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stressed… this generation is going to be the death of me starting with my little brother because how do you consistently make silly decisions because you think you’re untouchable

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if anyone has any sirius/remus/james thoughts please send them!!!

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Hi there :))

I’m just wondering, when you say ‘don’t repost’ any of your works, is that strictly in the context of without giving you credit/pretending to be the author/posting to places other than tumblr?

Like, for example, am I allowed to reblog your works? Or is that included in the ‘not reposting’?

I’m sorry if this is a dumb question, but I’m kinda (okay, more like quite) autistic and I feel like it might be really showing here, but I really don’t want to do anything to upset you, because I love your writing❤️

his, it’s not a dumb question at all! reblogging my work is fine, when i say repost what i mean is no copy and pasting my work as your own on tumblr or any other platform.