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like godfather, like godson

i am always thinking about harry and sirius parallels because no two characters in the series are as similar as these two and it never fails to kill me. both ran away from abusive homes because they’d had enough and found a surrogate family with their best friends and their family (and this is the first time sirius lays eyes on harry post azkaban, running away just like he did) 

“She deserved it,” Harry said, breathing very fast. “She deserved what she got. You keep away from me.” He fumbled behind him for the latch on the door. “I’m going,” Harry said. “I’ve had enough.” (POA)

“You ran away from home?” “When I was about sixteen,” said Sirius. “I’d had enough.” (OOTP)

they go all angry caps lock while defending each other

“DON’T TALK ABOUT SIRIUS LIKE THAT!” Harry yelled. He was on his feet again, furious, ready to fly at Dumbledore, who had plainly not understood Sirius at all, how brave he was, how much he had suffered… (OOTP)

“HOW DARE YOU SPEAK TO HARRY?” roared Black. “HOW DARE YOU FACE HIM? HOW DARE YOU TALK ABOUT JAMES IN FRONT OF HIM?” (POA)

they’re deeply unimpressed with voldy and taunt their cowardly enemies about saying the name

“Well, I’m terrified now,” said Harry sarcastically. “I s’pose Lord Voldemort’s just a warm-up act compared to you three — what’s the matter?” he said, for Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle had all looked stricken at the sound of the name. “He’s your dad’s mate, isn’t he? Not scared of him, are you?” (OOTP)

“Voldemort, teach me tricks?” he said. Pettigrew flinched as though Black had brandished a whip at him. “What, scared to hear your old master’s name?” said Black. (POA)

they’re in the exact same circumstances in ootp - forced back into abusive homes by dumbledore (and then harry is further retraumatized at hogwarts by umbridge), begin to break down as a result. their ways of coping with that trauma are also very similar. they prefer being in dangerous, risky, life threatening, adrenaline charged situations over being in the homes they were abused in. sirius is partly joking here but the fact still is that he straight up prefers being on the run from the ministry (while living in a cave eating rats, no less) and risking azkaban/the dementors kiss again over being back in grimmauld place. similarly, harry states that he would rather face a dragon - even though he is more terrified than ever before in the lead up to the first task - than be back at privet drive. 

Somehow, the knowledge that he would rather be here and facing a dragon than back on Privet Drive with Dudley was good to know; it made him feel slightly calmer. (GOF)

“Personally, I’d have welcomed a dementor attack. A deadly struggle for my soul would have broken the monotony nicely. You think you’ve had it bad, at least you’ve been able to get out and about, stretch your legs, get into a few fights… . I’ve been stuck inside for a month.” (OOTP)

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"The Broadway Tunnel seemed to be a safe place for sex--except for the drivers who couldn't keep their eyes on the road!" (Photographed by Phyllis Christopher.)

source: The Femme's Guide to the Universe, written by Shar Rednour

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a mary oliver quote that peeled me like a fruit

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on climbing balconies | dorlene | 533 words

It’s a little past 10:30 when the first rock hits her window.

Dorcas is supposed to be asleep, by this point. Her mother has her academic schedule memorized by this point—Physics test tomorrow, which she’ll probably do horrible on regardless, but it means that bedtime is a crisp 10:00.

Still, if she plays her iPod quiet enough, her mom won’t hear from down the hall. 

The sound of something hitting her window jolts her, and she smudges purple nail polish across her big toe. It’s only a few seconds before a second clatter rings out across the room, and Dorcas realizes that someone is actually throwing rocks at her window.

She doesn’t need to guess who it is—Dorcas is completely unsurprised when she steps out onto her balcony and finds Marlene McKinnon in her garden.

“What are you doing here?” Dorcas whisper-yells, drawing her sweater tight around her body.

Marlene is horribly underdressed for the weather, in flannel pajama bottoms and a Clearwater High t-shirt that she’s cut the sleeves and bottom off of. It makes Dorcas want to roll her eyes, except she can just barely see Marlene’s boxers poking out of the waistline of her pants.

“I need to talk to you,” Marlene responds, at full volume, and it makes Dorcas flinch. “Can I come up?” she asks, nodding her head toward the trellis leading from the ground to Dorcas’ balcony.

“No, you cannot!” Dorcas spits back. “And keep your voice down, if Mom hears you, I’m dead.”

“Well, I wouldn’t have to yell if you let me come up.”

Dorcas rolls her eyes—for real, this time. 

See, the thing is, Dorcas and Marlene are not dating. Dorcas is head cheerleader, on the Honor Roll, and a shoo-in for prom queen. If she keeps playing her cards right, she’s going to get into Standford—on her own academic merit, thank you very much, and not a tennis scholarship like her brother. 

Marlene, on the other hand, shows up to class only three times a week, usually shows up with ripped and bloodstained jeans from wiping out on her skateboard, and has been suspended twice for smoking weed behind the dumpsters. 

They would never work, not really. Marlene is a distraction that Dorcas does not need right now, and so she’s closed herself off from it. Not going to happen, not anymore. She has a Physics test tomorrow, mind you, and she needs to do well if she’s going to keep that class from tanking her GPA.

Except Marlene is barefoot in her garden, except Marlene has walked 3 miles here, except she’s been leaving notes in Dorcas’ locker all week, except she is illuminated by the moonlight reflecting off her messy, sweaty, bathroom-bleached hair and smudged eyeliner, and Dorcas has never seen anyone look this beautiful.

Dorcas looks over her shoulder, back into her bedroom, to make sure that the door is fully closed. Her mom will kill her, probably—she’d kill her if she found anything at all out about Marlene, but it seems worth it, right now.

“Fine,” Dorcas says, watching the way Marlene’s eyes light up as she makes her way toward the trellis. “Just don’t fall again.”

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Service dogs training to sit through a movie at a theater.

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au where sirius did some modelling for stock photos in his early twenties when money was tight after getting disowned by his family.

several years later, remus is working a boring government job, and one day while searching for stock photos to add to a powerpoint, he has his breath taken away by the gorgeous man in some of the stock photos he finds. he starts using the model's photos in his presentations as often as he dares (but not so often as to be weird, just whenever it makes sense....even though his coworkers start to notice that it's the same handsome dude in all his presentations).

well, one day, representatives from a growing nonprofit are coming into the office where remus works to try and secure more funding. remus is asked to join the meeting to take notes. and who does he find leading the group from the nonprofit?

the handsome stock photo model, there in the flesh!!

remus's coworkers recognize him too and almost piss themselves but everyone has to remain professional and remus wants to die. and sirius is confused about why the cute guy taking notes looks like he's about the throw up whenever sirius looks at him.

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People who hate Sirius Black don’t understand what it’s like to be sixteen and furious and full of grief you can’t name.

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i am once again thinking about 2005 sirius & what albums would be on rotation in his CD player

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The Moon & Art by Théodore Gudin 🌙⭐

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Another thing fandom needs to start doing more of is projecting on tops.

There are delicious amounts of psychological distress you can inflict on that guy once you get into his head. The brainworms of forcing agency and initiative on someone who genuinely is Not Fucking Ready For It are exquisite.

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I love the hc that Sirius Black didn't date during Hogwarts. I love the hc that Sirius Black didn't have sex during Hogwarts. I love the hc that Sirius Black was wanted by everyone and their mother but he was too wrapped up in James Potter to notice literally anything else.