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for a moment today i was really bummed out but then i remembered that rick basically made clarisse x silena canon in tlo by making their role in the final battle a direct mirror of the story of patroclus and achilles and it cheered me right up

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remus lupin believes in uk version of the office supremacy

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the harry hermione BROTP is severely underrated for what

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listen… harry potter is the most savage person in the entire series like this kid decimates people with one comeback can you imagine james potter would have been so proud like

“they stuff people’s heads down the toilet the first day at stonewall. want to come upstairs and practice?” "no, thanks. the poor toilet’s never had anything as horrible as your head down it – it might be sick.” fucking eleven year old harry!! already a lil mini savage!!!!!

“listening to the news! again?“ "well, it changes every day, you see” my boy!!! mouthing off to the dursleys!! who gives a fuck?? not harry potter

“’congratulations, harry! i wonder if you could give me a quick word? how you felt facing that dragon? how do you feel now about the fairness of the scoring?’ ‘yeah, you can have a word,’ said harry savagely. ‘goodbye!’” holy fuck!! when harry potter literally does not give a shit anymore and jk rowling knows it and literally!!! canonically!!! makes him a savage harry is literally savage it says it right there in the goblet of fire

“it’s time you learned some respect!” “it’s time you earned it.” mouthing off to the minister of magic damn harry authority who????? what??? respecting your elders??? harry doesn’t give a shit!!!!

“sure you can manage that broom, potter? got plenty of special features, hasn’t it? shame it doesn’t come with a parachute - in case you get too near a dementor.“  “pity you can’t attach an extra arm to yours, malfoy, then it could catch the snitch for you.” oh shit!!!! legit how many times do u think malfoy literally cried to his dad because harry burned him!!!! where’s the aloe vera!!!!

“yes, sir.“ "there’s no need to call me ‘sir’ professor.” oh fucking shit!!!! did you think i was gonna forget this!!! the holy grail of harry being savage as fuck oh my god!!!! james potter is fucking cheering in heaven!!!! he made a cake to commemorate this moment!!!! three years later lily’s chillin and james comes up and he’s like “holy fuck lil remember that one time harry was like ‘no need to call me sir professor’ and snape like flipped shit!!! that was fucking awesome” and lily is like “shut the fuck up we get it your son is a savage”

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the fact that time passes and things change and people leave and you can only go back to a place physically and you will never be 14 15 16 again………….. i don’t understand how we are meant to endure that

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old enough to remember when smut was called ‘lemons’ but young enough that i had absolutely no business knowing that smut was called ‘lemons’ at the time 

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actually, growing up is feeling like i turned sixteen two days ago. i’ve been eighteen for years. fifteen year olds seem so young. wasn’t i fifteen just a few weeks ago? all my friends and i are still twelve. i’m closer to thirty than to being a baby. i never got to be a kid. i never grew past eight. i can’t talk to my mom. i want to sit in her lap forever. i want to decide everything for myself. i need someone to tell me exactly what to do. the week is going by so slow. an entire year has passed.

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happy 830 in the fucking morning what if remus is very affectionate post war. hear me out. i know they go through a lot of angst, and awkward war after the war type stuff together. but listen. listen. sirius has spent thirteen years in solitary. do you have any idea what that does to a person? he spent thirteen years experiencing something no one should spend thirteen minutes doing. and remus knows that. and loves him very much, for a second time.

and remus has no money and can’t do much to make sirius comfortable, but he can tell sirius how much he loves him every five minutes. sirius was always mushier than him, was always more doe-eyed and romantic, always more openly affectionate, but remus can do that. he can hold him in his arms and give him a long quiet hug in the kitchen for no reason. he can call him baby and princess and beautiful thing, lovely creature, angel eyes, and so on. he can hold his hand in public and touch the small of his back in public and have a private moment in public, foreheads touching, murmuring sweet nothings in the cough and cold aisle at cvs or at the ministry or simply in the middle of the street.

anywhere, he’d do it anywhere, for sirius, until hes no longer used to being by himself. molly weasley and stupid snape and passers by on the sidewalk all look at them like they’re insane, but remus hardly notices, because every time he puts away his dignity and calls sirius sweetie pie where anyone can hear him, sirius’s hollow eyes look alive again. he spent thirteen years all alone and still loving one man, and if remus can do anything, he can let him know that he’s loved in return. he cant do much, but he can do that

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james best friend james stupid stumbling james who reads everything aloud and acts things out with voices and gestures. he scalds his tongue with tea everytime and gets smoke in his eyes whenever he smokes with remus. he buys socks for the marauders and asks emmeline to take a hundred pictures of them until the wall in his room is plastered, he cooks for them mostly dishes his mother taught him and always cries when chopping onions. plays quidditch with so much ease he makes it look natural: chaser, always has been, but could play beater if he wanted to; good with a bat. looves vegetables, scrapes his knees a lot, the happiest when he makes his friends laugh. grew up around old people and had the vocabulary of a sixty year old at eleven. arrogant in the way that he feels he can always conquer the world, and it is therefore up for him to conquer in the first place. cares for sirius so deeply it sort of rearranges his insides when he thinks too much about it: remus calls it love, he doesn't call it anything at all. writes home twice a month and extremely diligently, even if his calligraphy is never really neat anyways. gets tired when he's sad, a sort of bone deep ache that makes him tear his hair out in chunks and steal cigarettes off sirius. his best subject is transfiguration and he always bumps his knee up and down.

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It is my personal headcanon that while James could be kind of an asshole, he’d be the best friend anyone could have because he cares so much.

Hair Ties

Sirius started breathing harder and fanning his face. The common room was stifling and the open windows didn’t help. His shirt was already unbuttoned to the point of being obscene and his hair was making the heat worse.

Sirius looked up startled as James sighed in annoyance and got up. He yanked Sirius’ hair back from his face and started tying it in a knot at the back of his head with the hair tie from his wrist

“What’re you doing? And why do you have a hair tie?”

James scowled at him. “You don’t have enough sense to carry one and you’re dying right now with your hair in your face”

Sirius let out a yelp as James pulled his hair again.

“Sorry. I’m still learning. Lily’s been teaching me.”

Sirius turned slightly in his chair and grinned at James.

“You’re learning how to tie hair just for me? Careful Potter, I might get the wrong impression-“

Sirius yelped mid sentence as James yanked his hair back once more.

“Sorry”, James said sweetly.

Medication

James slammed the little cup rattling with pills in front of Remus.

“I don’t have-“

“Here” James said as he slammed a bottle of water on the table in front of him.

Remus opened his mouth but James spoke up again.

“And before you say that you need to take your pills with food, you don’t. I checked beforehand and even if you did, I have a sandwich and a granola bar neatly wrapped in my bag”.

“Ok but”-

“The sandwhich is ham and cheese, no Mayo. The granola bar is chocolate chip and doesn’t have any nuts in it. Yes I remembered your food allergies and preferences. Now take the damn pill”.

Remus scowled but inwardly felt a flood of relief and love for James. He snatched the granola bar and ripped it open as James watched him with a small grin on his face.

Anxiety

James looked over in annoyance. Sirius was bouncing his knee and picking at this hands during history of magic. Walburga had written a letter this morning that had left Sirius red faced at breakfast. He didn’t know it was that bad until he saw some blood on Sirius’ nail beds from the constant picking.

James leaned down and grabbed a marker from his bag. He pulled his sleeve up and handed the marker to Sirius.

Sirius looked down in confusion.

“What is this?”

“Stop picking your skin. Just doodle on my arm. Lily says it helps with anxiety.”

Sirius averted his eyes.

“No James, that’s em-“

“Anxiety isn’t embarrassing and I don’t mind. Just stop picking at your skin and at least try to look like you’re paying attention”.

Sirius uncapped the marker and started drawing on James’ arm, occasionally looking up and pretending he was paying attention. He felt the panic and anxiety slowly flood away as he worked on designs from James’ wrist to his elbow.

“Oh and if you draw a penis on my arm, I’ll smack the shit out of you”

Sirius laughed quietly as he put the finishing touches on a life-like ball sack on James’ forearm.

“Too late”.

Sweater

Remus tried. He genuinely tried to hide his shivering. They had been at Hogsmeade for about an hour and Remus was freezing. James’ had told him various times to bring a jacket but he kept ignoring him and now he was shaking in his tee shirt. He tried to hide that he was cold because he hated proving James’ right. But he knew James noticed when he saw the scowl on his face.

“James, don’t say it-“

“I told you! I told you it was cold but you never listen to me”

Remus rolled his eyes. “I’ll survive-“

James had already taken his quidditch sweatshirt off and was pulling it on Remus.

Remus struggled against him and turned slightly red as Sirius and Lily laughed at them. “James stop. You’re going to be cold”.

James shrugged as he finally pulled it over Remus���’ head, messing his hair up in the process. “I have more muscle mass and I don’t get cold. Scrawny ass motherfucker”.

Remus grinned and crossed his arms over his chest. The sweater was oversized, warm, and smelled nice. It smelled safe and secure. It smelled like James.

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GEORGE MACKAY The Guardian / 2020 › ph. Linda Brownlee

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And Then We Danced (2019) dir. Levan Akin

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some examples of wabi-sabi 

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Sirius would make art like Ana Mendieta’s Siluetas after Azkaban

He’d try to illustrate, to draw out his feelings of absence, of lack, of no longer being the positive but the negative mold of the space around him.

The tension of presence and absence when he’s spent so long being the absence being the void being the other and the wrong and the betrayer and the hated.

Can he find himself again by setting the earth on fire? By building up walls of himself, pressing his back into the sand or the mud? Building himself out of twigs or bones?

He’ll let the sea or the wind or the animals clear away the failed selves or maybe not failed but slightly somehow wrong selves, off color selves. Selves he could have been in another time in another life.

Maybe if he starts with the outline, with a sketch of his body he can start to fill it in with weight and personhood and a body that matters - perhaps he’ll draw around his body with seeds like chalk and let the flowers bloom through him until the new life, inherently beautiful and pure and life giving and sweetly scented tickles the long dormant piece of him that can swell again, can get up and walk away. Leaving, yes, an indent, but that indent isn’t him anymore.

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an invisibility cloak? those are really rare! 

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every summer Remus would take all his old notes and tests and make them into new paper. when the other marauders found out they asked him to wait to make his paper until his visit to the Potter's so they could all do it. they write their letters to each other on this paper, and sirius gets a secret thrill from using some of remus' notes combined with his own to make paper - a little bit of both of them pressed together.

soon the ritual transformed from recycling old school things to a menagerie of marauder memories; along with their notes, they collected chocolate wrappers and labels from firewhiskey and butterbeer bottles (Pete's idea), leaves from each full moon (james' idea), clumps of fur from a particularly raucous full moon (sirius suggested this with a laugh), and loose strings from their robes and jumpers (remus, of course). An aggregate of souvenirs that turned to pulp and became an unassuming, private scrapbook.

Remus scrawled the marauder's map on this paper, a piece of each of them in every fiber.