#petey p

[kaaaaaaarf]

imagine if I never met the broskis

Hogwarts Era. Rated T. 1.4k words. Crack. Toronto Mans Remus.

It's at this exact moment that the door to the bathroom opens, and a much more relaxed looking Remus walks out in an entirely different wardrobe from when he went in—wearing a beige Gucci branded muggle bucket hat and a Toronto Raptors jersey over matching jogging pants.  “Wagwan, fam. Reach!” Remus grabs James’ palm and pulls him in for a one armed hug. When he pulls back, he looks him up and down admiringly, “Hooooly, your quiddich pajamas are mad lit, fam."

Okay, so I wasn't going to post this, but @imsiriuslyreading told me I should (she's really scary guys), so here it is. The concept behind this is what if Roadman Remus was actually Toronto Mans Remus.

Note: I really want to stress that this is just silliness!!! If you want to know what a Toronto Mans is, this is a great explanation, as is this video from UofT. TL;DR think Drake or a Canadian rude boi/roadman. Toronto Mans slang is a multiethnical dialect used by a wide variety of people and is a linguistical result of the Canadian cultural mosaic.

Anyways.

Ratchet Happy Birthday, Remus. 🎂

Fic under the cut.

It's Sirius Black's first night at Hogwarts. So far, it’s been everything he’d hoped for. He was sorted into Gryffindor—first Black in a hundred years to not be sorted into Slytherin. He couldn’t wait to owl his parents in the morning to let them know. Maybe he’d get a howler back! Gosh, that could be fun.   

After the sorting, he met his new roommates. First there's James, who Sirius met at dinner and immediately fell a bit in love with as he watched him stick a third year’s pet frog into the pocket of a red headed girl named Lily. Her face turned the same colour as her hair when she reached in to pull out her wand and felt slimy skin instead. It was so funny, but even he has to concede that it’s a good thing they haven’t learned how to hex anyone yet, or else she would have hexed his bollocks off. His parents would hate James, say he’s a bad influence—he's perfect. Maybe he’ll talk about his new best friend James Potter in his letter in the morning.

Next there was Peter—short and kind, with a wild sense of humour—he’s had Sirius in stitches all evening. He really should be writing the comic strips that come in packs of Drooble’s Best Blowing Gum, his talents feel wasted here.

Then there was Remus. Remus...well, none of them know what to make of Remus yet. He’s tall and quiet, with a wicked scar that stretches across his nose and under the golden curls that fall over his brow. He didn’t say much of anything at the feast, but the three boys overheard some of the professors saying that Remus and his family had just moved to Wales from Canada, after some sort of animal attack had happened in the Rockies. As soon as they made it to their new dorm, a tense looking Remus had shut himself in the dormitory toilets without a word. 

"Black, mind if I use the toilet next? I drank too much pumpkin juice at the feast."

Sirius looks over at James from where he’s hanging up a Holyhead Harpies poster. "Yeah, no worries, Potter. You’re welcome to it if Remus ever comes out. Do you think he’s okay in there?”

It's at this exact moment that the door to the bathroom opens, and a much more relaxed looking Remus walks out in an entirely different wardrobe from when he went in—wearing a beige Gucci branded muggle bucket hat and a Toronto Raptors jersey over matching jogging pants. 

“Wagwan, fam. Reach!” Remus grabs James’ palm and pulls him in for a one armed hug. When he pulls back, he looks him up and down admiringly, “Hooooly, your quiddich pajamas are mad lit, fam."

The three other boys look at each other, confused tilts to their brows. “Er—sorry, Remus. What do you mean fam?”

“Oh, before I was sayin’ fam, I was sayin’ bro, and before I was sayin’ bro, I was sayin’ dog. And a dog and a bro are still your fam, so I just took away the dog, took away the bro, and now I'm sayin’ fam.”

Remus moves over to his trunk, putting away his robe and clothes from dinner. Sirius leans into James’ space, smiling at Remus in a way that he guesses is a bit mad in the way that it doesn’t quite reach his wide eyes, whispering, "Do you know what he’s on about?"

James shakes his head, "No idea...Pete, any guesses?”

Peter shuffles across the room to join them, "Oh, my great aunt Perpetua is from Canada. I can try to translate. So far I think he’s said he quite likes your pyjamas, James, and he seems to think we’re his family.”

James looks pleased with that, and tries to start over, "So, Remus—what do your parents do for a living?"

"My parents are muggles, fam. They just get money, I dun know, they don't really have jobs, but they got hustle. They finesse down Weston Road, fam. They finessin' the mans out of their pockets."

Sirius and James both look at Peter, who just shrugs with a frantic look in his eyes. Sirius shakes his head and grins at Remus like he understands, "Oh, right mate. Where in Canada did you say you were from again?"

"I didn’t. I'm from the 6ix—Weston Road, fam, you already know! It's plush."

James looks hesitant when he replies, "Oh, er. We didn't already know...that's why we asked. Never heard of the 6ix."

Remus nods at them, a look of sadness suddenly crossing his lovely face, “Turonno, fam. Weston Road’s a little bit rough, I didn't fit in too much at school, fam. I used to come home and chill on the block—Weston lines, you already know. But I would say if you know what's up, stay with yourself, you move how you move, fam.”

“...Sure.”

“—but it's cool, cause now I'm here with my new fam, you know?” Remus jumps up and down suddenly excited, a spark in his eye, “Oh! Fam, fam—let me tell you the story about how I almost died smoking a muggle cigarette."

Peter rears back at that, "You were smoking a muggle cigarette? Are you not eleven like the rest of us?"

“I’m thirteen, fam. Anyways, so here I go outside to smoke a cigarette, and I'm on my porch sittin' down. I was bare tired fam, bare tired. Then a car drives by slowly. He's grillin' me, so I'm grillin' him."

Sirius tugs on James’ pyjamas, “Do you have any idea what's happening?”

“Not a clue, mate.”

Remus doesn’t seem deterred by their whispering, “So I got the cigarette in my mouth right, and I'm grillin' him, and he rolls his window down and he starts shootin' me like bom bom bom.”

“He starts shooting you!?”

“And like, fuck, fam—I was cheezed. After the first shot I fell, but they hit me so I flipped over. I ran into my back yard fam, and I hopped a fence, and when I hopped the fence I realized the bogie was still in my hand, and I was like what the hell is this bogie still doin' in my hand, so I tossed it and I was like fuck and I ran to the store."

Sirius turns to the other boys, “Pete, really going to need you to translate here.”

“I…I don’t know…”

“I thought you said your aunt was from Canada!”

Pete looks frantic, “Yeah, Manitoba! She says eh and oot instead of out. Not...whatever this is.”

Remus still doesn’t seem to notice their crisis. “—and I asked the store man one more time, did I get shot? And he's like yes. So I'm like call the ambulance, fam!"

There’s a long silence then. The three boys look at each other, waiting to see if he's going to finish the story, but he doesn't.

After a minute, a pale looking Pete mutters, "Crikey."

James shifts from foot to foot and offers, "Erm...well, we're glad you're alright, aren't we chaps?"

Sirius nods profusely, "Yeah, yeah, yes. So glad."

"Yeah, for sure, fam. That was some scary shite. That was the scariest thing I've ever seen in my life, it was moshed. That's why I changed my rap name."

After another beat of silence where nothing else is offered, Sirius mumbles, “...Right.”

Remus jumps onto the end of his bed, swinging his legs, “Anyways, you don' wanna hear about that shit, fam. You wanna hear about the time I got gerked by this wolf? I gerked him back though, don' worry."

James looks at his wrist as if he were wearing a muggle watch, “Erm, it’s late and we're a bit tired, aren't we lads?"

Peter and Sirius answer in enthusiastic agreement, “So tired. Exhausted, really.”

“Ah, no worries, fam. You mind if I listen to Drake before bed? My moms got me this sick muggle music player, fam. Helps me sleep.”

Sirius has no idea what a Drake is, but he’s relieved to be getting out of this conversation, “Yeah, yeah, go for it, mate. Have a good night.”

He soon finds out, and as he lays back on his bed, listening to this Drake sing about God’s Plan, he thinks of the dimple on Remus’ cheek whenever he says fam and the way it makes something swoop in his belly.

It’s going to be an interesting year.

[charetchi]

club penguin if it was WOKE😩😩🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️

gary the GENDER guy👌😭😭😩😩

jet pack QUEER😜😜😜

aunt ASEXUAL☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️😔😔😊

PRONOUNS band🗣️🗣️🔥🔥💯💯

dj CISGENDER😂😂😂😂😂

AROOKIEMANTIC🥰🤪🤪😎😤

herbert p BISEXUAL🥸🥸🥸🥸🥸🥸

dot the DEMIgirl🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️😙😙😙

PANSEXUAL handler😩😩🗣️🗣️🗣️👌👌👌

GENDERFLUID billy 😊😊😊

stompin NONBINARY😂😂💕💕💕💕

FRANQUEER😳😳😳😳👌👌👌

petey GAY😁😁😁😁😁😁😁😁😎😎

senSLAY💅💅💅💅💅💅💅

[sharplette]

Dogman and petey

:p

[muppetears-stuff]

Heyyyyy, my computer and drawing tablet decided to stop being stupid so I got Bully fanart done😭 my two favorite lads :3

[diddyvelvet]

Hiiii

It's already 24th of October In my timezone so I decide to post this 18th Anniversary drawing made by me:D

[jdsgothwife]

forgive me, pretty baby — rypete/wentzross playlist

beck — lost cause

death cab for cutie — someday you will be loved

never shout never — lousy truth

bright eyes — lua

iron & wine — flightless bird, american mouth

panic! at the disco — but it’s better if you do

he is we — i wouldn’t mind

fall out boy — xo

mitski — i bet on losing dogs

panic! at the disco — do you know what i’m seeing?

tom waits — long way home

bright eyes — a perfect sonnet

death cab for cutie — crooked teeth

fall out boy — the take over, the break’s over

fall out boy — snitches and talkers get stitches and walkers

the dresden dolls — a night at the roses

[trypo-p]

forget the minecraft movie for one second

FUCKING DOGMAN???

WE'RE GETTING SOMETHING GOOD IM SO HYPED

[wentzmp3]

Pete finally took the batteries out of Brendon

[hit-song-showdown]

Year-End Poll #55: 2004

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*Sorry 2004 by Ruben Studdard plays softly in the background*

Now we're really starting to see the hold the South will have on the sound of rap and hip-hop in the 2000's. Just about every region that isn't the East Coast (and let's be real: New York specifically) had to fight to get their style of rap to be taken seriously. And when the East vs. West debate was reaching it's peak in the 90's, the South was treated like the third party option. I've linked to an article about André 3000's famous speech at the 1995 Source Awards, a moment that is marked by many as a turning point in southern hip-top.

Now in the 2000's, the impact of southern rap can no longer be questioned. This is partially due to the rising popularity of crunk, which has really taken off this decade. With Yeah! and Goodies, crunk was able to find a wider audience by fusing the genre with R&B (Crunk&B). This was also the year Billboard started publishing its ringtone charts, which was set to be published in late 2004. The ringtone era turned out to be bolstered greatly by this shift in the sound of popular music, as a majority of the songs making this chart would be rap.

But crunk was far from the only style of rap coming out of the south. Especially with the presence of iconic southern hip-hop act, OutKast. With the release of their double album, Speakerboxxx/The Love Below, André 3000 and Big Boi were not only able to experiment with different sounds and genres, but this album (these albums?) also introduced them to an even larger audience.

[stromer]

something so hilarious and beautiful knowing we live in a world where petey chooses the tkachuk brothers over the hugheses because they're super strong and have rockin' bods

[rhytmrocket]

hey all! weekly art dump time!

ft some sandman, and more pizza pasta than what would be sane

[kaaaaaaarf]

You Grew Tall (I Stayed The Same) on ao3

Marauders era. Wolfstar. One shot. 1.4k words. Fluff. G.

"Don't laugh.” He turns to find Remus scowling in the direction of Sirius’ feet, his back hunched.“I'm not laughing, Moony!” He was definitely laughing, but he really couldn't help it. Remus truly looked ridiculous. Like a baby giraffe, all unsteady, knobby knees. He’d had a growth spurt over the summer (his third in a year) and his school uniform shorts now barely reached mid-thigh.

This one is for @spindrifters and their extremely important work for the Marauders in Shorts Agenda! This is possibly the fluffiest thing I have ever written, so I hope you like cavities.

[sofarsofastmp3]

espn saying pittsburgh doesn’t have the men to go against wilson like marcus pettersson isn’t right there

[victorluvsalice]

-->And then it was back home around 10 PM! Where they were greeted by Shock, herself back from her off-lot adventures for the day. :p I had Alice give the kitty some pets while Smiler went to scavenge the trash piles she’d created from her earlier attempts to repair the turbines for parts and Victor Repairioed the remaining turbines and one busted water collector. Smiler then got put on recycling duty (recycling all the various bits of trash in everyone’s inventories, the eggs they forgot to put in the fridge, some of the muckleberries and morel mushrooms in the household inventory, and a fancy Crystal Creations square shelving unit that I apparently forgot to delete out of the household inventory earlier) while Alice serenaded Victor. This put him very much in the mood, so I sent them upstairs to have a little woo and hoo while Smiler got put back to work on making their new Servo buddy (they’re up to the torso!). I ended up ending the playsession with Victor taking a post-woohoo pee while Alice decided to mop up the puddles outside because, again, Erratic (though hilariously, it started raining again on their lot the moment she decided to do so) –

-->But, before I left the save file entirely, I took a moment to hit Manage Worlds and visit Newcrest – then popped into the Gallery and looked up Petey Plays It’s user ID. Because in-game, the gang was up to Fall Monday, aka Spookfest – and out-of-game, my next playsession fell on 7/7/2024 – aka the Valicer Anniversary! So I wanted the session to revolve around the gang having a group date – and because of the holiday, I wanted an appropriate place for them to go. So I swung by Petey’s to grab his Haunted Museum lot from the “better museums” video of his I watched a little while ago! :D I plopped it down in Newcrest and vowed to give it a bit of a spit-shine before their date (as parts of the museum felt a little empty to me) –

But that you will be seeing next update. ;) Or, well, if you want a teaser, you can always go back and look at this post. XD Either way, Spookfest Valicer Group Date next time! Hope you're looking forward to it!

[totally-not-peter-parker]

I think someone should take my slingers away from me for the night

[hurricaneheatinmyhead]

regular behaviour from the fall out boys.