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sirius’ story makes me so sad.

he grows up in an abusive household surrounded by bigoted people and tries time and time again to prove he’s different and undo all the things his family has done to give the black name that reputation.

he only finds solace at the age of eleven when he meets james and subsequently when he escapes his home and effectively abandons his family at sixteen, not even a legal adult yet.

immediately after finishing school he’s thrown in the middle of a war, a war meant for adults and fought by children, and not even three years later he realises that he put his trust in the wrong person, and because of his mistake the one person who had helped him through it all for the past decade is dead. everything falls apart. james is dead, lily is dead, remus is god knows where, peter is a traitor and hagrid is refusing to give him his godson. the godson he had sworn to protect, the boy james and lily died to protect, the last fickle trace of them in this world, the godson he was ready to take up and raise and protect with his life, that is being taken away from him too.

he has nothing left to lose, tracks down the traitor, the man he trusted who now has such precious blood on his hands, and he gets framed. no trial, no investigation, not even a chance to speak up for himself, because after all he is a black and that last name speaks louder than a thousand words and no matter how much he’s tried to undo it, his name will always precede his actions in the eyes of everyone watching.

he spends more than a decade locked up, being sucked dry of every happy memory until he’s forgotten how james moves, how he smells and how he laughs and quickly he can’t remember anything that makes james alive and all he can remember is the corpse he’d seen that day, just a few days before his twenty-second birthday, untouched laying on the ground, so untouched he could have mistaken it for his sleeping form if not for his eyes open and brown and devoid of life. he rots away at azkaban, decides to rot away in there because the more he thinks about it the more he feels that is the right place for him, he decided to switch with peter, he is the reason his friends are dead, he deserves every nightmare filled night and dirty look from the minister each time he visits. and then, one day, he sees it. his reason to escape. peter alive and relatively well off on the front page of the daily prophet written down in ink the promise he will be at hogwarts in the near september, the same place his godson, his harry will be and he cannot take it anymore, he escapes.

he sees harry, alone in the streets after running away from his muggle family and that feels so, so familiar. he sees harry longing after a broomstick and there is so much of james in that. he is at hogwarts and hiding under the bleachers of the quidditch field and he gets to see how skilled his harry is, he’s all james, there is so much of james in the way he holds himself on his broom, in the air, and in the way it is so apparent he loves playing.

when he finally, finally, gets pettigrew, and the rest, alone in the shrieking shack he can finally taste it, the revenge he’s been agonising for over a decade, his chance to avenge james and lily. remus shows up, snape shows up and the kids knock him out cold and that is probably the best night sirius has had in the past twelve years because his godson, his harry believes his innocence and he is about to finally avenge james, with remus.

harry stops them, he doesn’t want them to become murderers and yet again sirius marvels at how much of james is still alive in this small boy, james wouldn’t have wanted that either.

they leave the shack with a promise of making him a free man, finally, and with a smaller promise, just between him and harry, to finally be together once this is all over, to be a family, just the two of them. everything he’s ever wanted is so close, getting his revenge, getting back his freedom, getting to be a family with harry; it’s almost too good to be true, and it all slips away from his fingers in seconds.

suddenly pettigrew is gone, and he is locked up waiting for the kiss, to say goodbye to the soul that had kept him anchored to sanity all those years and say goodbye to all the promises made mere minutes prior. and harry is saving him again, helping him out, setting him free. those promises still cannot be kept but that’s alright, because harry knows he is innocent and they will figure something out, they always do.

he lives on the run, he lives in a small hideout near hogsmeade while worried sick because that dumbledore bastard couldn’t possibly find a way to pull harry out of that bloody tournament, could he? and suddenly voldemort is back.

voldemort is back and sirius is stuck inside the house he had grown to hate, the house he had desperately escaped when he was just a kid. he hears his mother’s yells and has to look at the tapestry with his missing face and hear his elf remind him of everything he’s hated and everything that has tormented him. the walls bear memories he’d rather throw away and burn and harry is in danger.

harry is in constant danger, everyone is in danger and he can’t do anything to help. when news struck that harry is in the department of mysteries, facing off death eaters, he doesn’t care anymore, doesn’t care for orders because dumbledore’s orders have never been his priority, harry is.

he shows up, finally, and he gets to save harry, stand up for him, and fight by his side for the last time before his own very cousin, a member of the family that has done so much damage and harm to him all of his life, puts an end to his life.

he dies with a smile on his face, ghost of a laughter still present as harry watches the last part of a family he never got to have die forever. and just like that sirius is gone.

he didn’t get to avenge james and lily, he didn’t get to be a free man again, he didn’t get to raise harry, or to be a family with him. just like that his life is over and only ten of those excruciating thirty-six years haven’t been absolute torture for him.

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Okay another AU but what if Harry never accidentally called the Knight Bus in Prisoner of Azkaban?? Wouldn’t Sirius be concerned that Harry was like wandering alone at night with all his stuff?? I think Sirius would come out of the shadows and really freak the hell out of Harry more than he did as a dog

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Clearing my files, and here is what I found.

Hmmmmmmm I do like sailor moon's costumes don't I? Ref:

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Gifts for a friend

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My heart:

Modern AU,my lovely boysლ(´ڡ`ლ)

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@martiansanime

It's very kind of you to appreciate that perfect circle jokelololol. Having said that, I have been convinced the root reason behind the inability of homunculus to use alchemy is they can't draw a circle properly-

-well, perhaps something similar with this

the one with ling and greed: I recall using references, yet I can’t find them now:(

the second last: it refers to the “lust you’re screwed” scene, except Roy is using sailor moon pose

the last one: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZeoNYoL0ys0

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the one with ling and greed: I recall using references, yet I can't find them now:(

 the second last: it refers to the "lust you're screwed" scene, except Roy is using sailor moon pose

 the last one: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZeoNYoL0ys0

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Ref from Pinterest

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Nailed it🤘

"White Woman's Instagram" INSIDE (dir. bo burnham)

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フルメタル・アルケミストー

メイクアップ！

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bye bye holidays😢

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An arrow passes through my heart, just way too cute<3

redraw of that scene from all the young dudes bc yes i am once again re reading it

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彼らの悪い日

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ref: https://www.pinterest.com/pin/614108099187238640/

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This series of interviews is really lovely, it's fun to know how writers' brains process and how their minds drift between each story:)

I can't stop myself from smiling while reading them, it's just great to notice there's such a lot of loveable and passionate creators striking their best to create one and another sweet stories✨

Hello lovely friends, and welcome to the second installment of the Beyond the Shelves series! This month the library is featuring @aryastark-valarmorghulis​ who’s beautiful prose borders on poetry, and always manages to access those lovely tender feelings we so wish to share with the world. Hope you enjoy this interview here, and make sure to check back later today for the list of her favorite fics!

Name/Creative Type: Arya (she/her) / Author

AO3: aryastark_valarmorghulis  

Tumblr: @aryastark-valarmorghulis

What’s your favorite thing about Remus & Sirius? 

Oh, well, this answer will be incredibly sappy.

Let me begin by saying that I am truly disappointed and horrified by JK Rowling and by the harmful, awful views she’s expressed in the last years. I don’t share her ideas and I don’t support her anymore.

Having said that, HP was my childhood and is still incredibly important for me – it helped me, saved me, even, during some very dark and difficult moments, and I believe those books – as flawed as I see them now, as dated as they are – will stay with me until the very end.

Remus and Sirius have been my favorite characters since I read PoA – I was intrigued at once by that tragic yet epic backstory we only get glimpses of and I was very interested in what was left unsaid (the Marauders’ school years, the First War, how their friendship deteriorated, why Remus and Sirius reconnected so quickly). 

Even a naive thirteen-year-old could see there was something worth exploring under the surface, and after a few years I opened a fanfiction on LiveJournal: it was the Shoebox Project. From that moment, I started shipping Punk and Nerd-Wolf and never stopped. Even if I left fandom quite a few times during uni, I kept coming back and I’m still here, because I think those two characters have everything a reader and a storyteller need: there’s friendship, self-discovery, queerness, love, betrayal, war and second chances. What else could I want in a pairing?

What do you think your signature is?

I’m not sure I have one, but what I really love is to let the unsaid things speak more than the actual conversations between characters. I often write from Remus’ Pov and he isn’t a big talker for me – not about his feelings anyway – so I try to convey what he doesn’t dare say, which is actually more important than what he does say.

I think objects like clothes or furniture or even houses can carry a lot of hidden significance, and very mundane actions like brewing tea or putting on a record or touching an elbow can convey more feelings than an actual conversation, so I try my best at describing all these things.

What advice would you give new authors?

Write what you like and not what you think other people will like. That’s pretty obvious advice.

I would like to say something even more basic for writers like me, whose first language isn’t English: just try!

I know it can be scary to post a story written in a language that isn’t yours and there is the overwhelming fear that you’ll never be as good as a native speaker, but being bilingual can actually be a resource – you can mix together words in unexpected ways and use surprising metaphors.

I won’t lie because there are days where you don’t even know words in your mother tongue, let alone in English, but there’s no harm in trying and this is something we do for free, for ourselves first, and most of all it’s super fun to play with a new language and bend it to our will – sometimes it’s very frustrating and some sentences will never make sense but it’s nothing that a good, trusted Beta can’t fix.

My advice is that it’s worth trying.

What inspires you?/Where do you get your ideas?

I’m actually not sure; I usually get my ideas when I’m about to go to bed and I’m too sleepy and lazy to jot them down, so I can only hope I remember some vague stuff in the morning.

Most of the time I think of a particular atmosphere (a Welsh cottage in the middle of nowhere during a sweltering summer day, a chilly walk in a misty graveyard etc…) and the story develops around it.

Pick a favorite fic of yours and explain what inspired it.

Midday, Midnight is definitely my favourite fic among the ones I’ve written and, I think, the best one. I wrote it very quickly and it didn’t need much editing, except for the usual grammar stuff. It was absolutely unprecedented, it never happened again and probably never will.

I was inspired by two things.

One is this excellent piece of meta by @shaggydogstail​ regarding the Prank that I absolutely agree with; I was musing over a Post Prank story for a while, mostly because of my disagreement with the trope “The Prank was this huge Greek Tragedy that foreshadows the lack of trust between Remus & Sirius etc”.

The second thing I had in mind was writing something that respects Aristotle’s Classical Unities: a story that lasts for no more than 24 hours, with a single plotline and only one location. The many quotes by Ovid and Sappho underline this classic inspiration. I am acutely aware of how pretentious this sounds, just in case you were wondering.

I knew I wanted to write something about the (lack of) consequences after the Prank, and the idea of a fun summer romance came to me after reading that meta and the interesting discussion that it created.

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Last Month’s interview with @theprongsletthatlived​ can be found here. 

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varies from this weekend to last few months

the last one refers to that long cat meme

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PREFECT

Star-Gazette, Elmira, New York, March 11, 1931