MY CHEST IS CAVING IN MY CHEST IS CAVING IN MY CHEST IS CAVING IN MY SKULL IS BROKEN INTO TINY PIECES MY HEART IS SQUEEZING THROUGH MY RIBS AND IT IS GETTING PUNCTURED BY THE POINTS OF THE BONE MY CHEST IS CAVING IN
nat and jackie’s relationship drives me NUTS! you’re telling me that nat was the one who buried her bones? the one who wrapped her so delicately in cloth and carried her across feet of snow just to make sure she’s at rest? the one who sat down with her in the wreckage of the plane and give her the most meaningful sendoff she could’ve gotten? nat didn’t NEED jackie the way those girls did. they way they wanted her was carnivorous and clinical, one-sided. they ripped away her sanctity, her autonomy, her literal flesh. they feasted on her and tore her from shred to shred because even in death, jackie gives. nat didn’t NEED to put jackie at rest, but she did because she knows what’s it’s like. after all, isn’t nat also just a pile of bones in the middle of the forest, just giving and giving and giving? nat didn’t NEED to give jackie that good-bye, but she did cause she’s a giver and a lover and she knows that’s going to kill her the way it killed jackie.
he spent 70 years thinking she didn’t dream. he believed the lies she told herself just like he believes the lies he tells himself. he didn’t think she would lie. he didn’t think about how she suffered too, how she needed the stories too. how she’s a complete person with fears and hopes, how she would lie to herself to get through the pain of life just like everyone else. he forgot so much of her, so much of the realities of everyday life that he believed her when he himself witnessed otherwise. he didn’t even think she could dream
I'm a bit lost. I leave you an old video, one of my favorites.
My heart shaking and losing control while I squeeze it and force it to beat
At one point I could hear the blood passing through the chambers of my heart and through my veins. In the end each beat was a jolt inside my chest and my heart couldn't take it anymore and started racing...
Remus and wolfstar!daughter’s daddy daughter dates would just be them being nerds together.
Imagine him and toddler wolfstar!daughter going out in their matching overalls and patchy cardigans! (a tradition that doesn’t stop.) Sirius takes (over a dozen) pictures each time so he can put them in the scrap book. (He also keeps one in his wallet so he can really show off his family when he wants to.)
They’d probably start at a bakery to drink coffe/hot chocolate and have a few baked-goods before their busy day.
Then, they head to the library. First they do a puzzle together for about thirty minutes before looking for books to check out. When she’s younger they pick out a few picture books or beginner chapter books so he can help her read them. As she grows older though, they start picking out books for each other and then meeting up to discuss them as needed.
And they’d go to the park to read outside for a while before heading home to dinner that has been lovingly prepared for them by Sirius.