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i'm very aware sapphic ships don't have a big audience, but this is truly a new low.

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there’s something so intimidating about rich aristocrat sirius and poor worker remus falling in love

sirius doesn’t even know when it starts, really. one day he’s watching remus cutting the bushes of black’s garden/repairing stuff in the house, and the next he’s obsessed with the way remus’ hands move, how they’re strong but gentle.

remus doesn’t want to like sirius. he’s grown up knowing people like him can’t have people like sirius. but sirius doesn’t treat him like he’s invisible, doesn’t look at him like he’s the help. sirius asks about his day, listens to his stories, actually sees him. it messes with remus’ head.

sirius falls in love in quiet moments, like when remus makes tea and offers him a cup without asking for anything in return, when remus smiles at him in that way that makes sirius feel like he’s been seen for the first time in his life.

remus falls in love when he catches sirius staring at him when he thinks no one’s watching, when sirius’ fingers brush against his skin for just a second, like he’s afraid to touch him but can’t help it.

they don’t speak about it at first. sirius doesn’t know how to express it. remus is too scared to believe it’s real. but the moment remus finds himself looking at sirius and thinking "this is where I belong," they both know. it’s inevitable.

sirius is the first one reaching out, testing the waters. remus hesitates, because he knows it’s dangerous. but he looks at sirius and sees more than just a rich kid. he sees someone who’s just as lost, just as searching for something that feels like home.

when they finally kiss, and it’s not some perfect moment. it’s messy and awkward at first, but it’s so them. sirius pulls remus in as if he’s starving for him, and remus doesn’t hesitate, doesn't second-guess. it’s desperate, because they’ve been waiting for this for years, and neither of them knows how to stop. when they break apart, there’s no hesitation but an immediate pull back; from this very moment, they can’t breathe without the other.

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marriage is scary, what if he misinterprets sirius black’s character as needlessly reckless and immature when in reality he was suffering from the consequence of decade long isolation due to wrongful imprisonment & mental torture and really just wanted his godson to be safe ☹️

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so instagram has ad breaks now... it's like we're living a black mirror episode and nobody notices

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ok so, how does this ao3 curse actually work? cause bad things keep happening to me and i'm starting to believe i'm actually cursed lmao

does going from a bad ear infection, to excruciating back pain that leaves you stuck in bed for two weeks, to hip pain that makes you limp, to a tooth ache that makes you want to die count? or does it have to be something like being shot or getting into a car accident in order for it to be considered the ao3 curse?

(this all happened in the span of a couple of months and during the few days i've been okay i matched and went on a date with a lesbian who had the same vibes as my toxic father)

is this the ao3 curse? how do i get rid of it? is there a spell or something? salt? do i call the winchesters? oh right, i can't, dean died

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in all seriousness i better not see a single gif of that fuckass harry potter show on this hellsite.

don't make them, don't post them, don't reblog them. just don't give free advertising to a millionaire giddy over stripping trans people of their rights.

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"you can use ai to improve spelling and grammar"

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i've posted the first chapter of this insane fic i've been writing (it's very self-indulgent, but what's new). marylily is the main ship, but there's also a few wolfstar chapters ahead (i couldn't help it). here's the link in case you're interested in reading it

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reunion - @wolfstarmicrofic - implied drarry - word count: 384

“Are you getting Sirius a present for the hols?” Ron asked Hermione vaguely as they sat in one of the many gaudy sitting rooms of Grummauld Place, staring into the dancing flames of a fire she’d conjured. “I figure Harry is, but I dunno if we…”

“I got him and Remus a bottle of wine and a blanket,” Hermione said, not looking up from her book. “Most of the blankets in this godforsaken house are older than we are, and they deserve a nice bottle. I can put your name on it too, if you want?”

“Cheers, Hermione, you’re a lifesaver,” Ron beamed, relaxing back into the moth-eaten couch he was on. “I’ll do your homework for you to make it up to you at some point.”

She snorted, because they both knew that wasn’t true. Ron, however, was quickly distracted by a problem that’d popped into his head.

“Say, Hermione…isn’t it a bit weird to give them both a gift? Like…the same gift? Shouldn’t we be giving them each something different, I mean?” he asked hesitantly.

The sharp look he received immediately had him retreating. “Not that it isn’t nice! I just–that’s kind of a…couple-y gift, too, and normally when you give two people one gift, it’s because they’re a thing, right? Like–”

“Thay are a thing, Ron!” Hermione interrupted, expression full of both annoyance and amusement.

“They–what?” his brain was short-circuiting.

“You were there for their little reunion in the Shack! You think that hug was platonic?” she laughed, finally sitting up and putting her book aside.

“Y–yes?” he answered hysterically, but now he wasn’t sure.

“Oh, Ron,” Hermioned chuckled, giving him a look that made his stomach do strange things. “Did you think there were two beds in the room that they share?”

Suddenly, the world made no sense at all. And why was his stomach wiggling like a bloody worm?

Hermione was still looking at him like that and laughing. “Merlin. Next you’ll tell me that you think Malfoy and Harry are just enemies, with no sexual tension at all!”

Grabbing at his chest as gasping for air, Ron was no longer concerned with his stomach, he was concerned with his heart. “WHAT?” he yelped, feeling like he was about to faint.

Yes, the world made no sense at all.

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mental health so bad i'm rewatching supernatural lol

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why would you do this to me

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non-text version:

marylily has me in a chokehold rn i can't lie

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"AO3 and Tumblr are women!"

"AO3 and Tumblr are men!"

"AO3 and Tumblr are non binary!"

Stop.

All of you are wrong.

They're both gender fluid and they can be whatever the fuck they want to be

They can be gays, they can be lesbians, they can straight, they can be whatever the hell they want

Edit: yes, this was also implying that they can change their physical forms like shape shifters to accommodate for whatever gender they wanna be

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If your fic is 1000 words long, you can’t tag it slow burn. It’s not slow burn. That is a matchstick. And this is my personal bias here but if those motherfuckers you’re writing experience significant forward momentum in their relationship in under 5k words, then that is just a regular old burn. Slow burn should be borderline intolerable and a mistake to start reading at 2 in the morning.

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I wish I woke up tomorrow in a world where I don't have to see a single AI generated image ever again

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The star and the moon ⋆ ☾⋆