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Sirius Black is left handed

Remus first learns this when they are sitting with their hands interlocked doing work and Sirius just casually writes his essay with his left hand because his right is holding Remus’

And Remus is shocked because how has he never noticed??

And he’s not writing in his perfect Black cursive, his handwriting with his left hand is a lot messier, a lot more ‘him’

But the next day he is taking notes in class with his right hand and the perfect handwriting is back and Remus is so confused

So he finally asks Sirius about it and he tells him about how he was born a leftie

But his parents couldn’t have a defected heir, so they forced him to learn with his right hand

So now he can write pretty well with both but just defaults to the right because that’s what he’s always done

And Remus just decides at every opportunity to sit on Sirius’ right and hold his hand so he has to write with his left

Because it’s so beautiful and true and him

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Yes geologists! Doing the important work 💖

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They should invent a me that wants to do tasks. And maybe if they’re feeling generous, a me that feels good after completing a task, too.

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“You see the light in people, even when the only proof of the light is the shadows it casts. You saw the good in him and tried to make the light shine brighter, but it’s his choice, in the end, to embrace the light or the shadows.”

https://archiveofourown.org/works/50555698/chapters/130387573#workskin

Just a little out of context quote from my Wolfstar fanfic Dignity be Damned!

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You should be able to say “don’t touch me” to anyone ever in any context and not have it be considered in the realm of surprising or insulting imho if we ever needed to normalize something it’s this

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Reblog if you are a fanfiction author and would like your readers to put one of your fic titles in your ask + questions about it

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Wolfstar Micro Fic - @wolfstarmicrofic prompt: First I Love You - 289 words

The first time Remus says ‘I love you’ he doesn’t mean it. Sirius knows he doesn’t mean it because he’s half-asleep, fresh off the back of a full moon and obviously a little dopey from the pain potions. 

Sirius sits on the hospital bed next to him, recounting the day's events that Remus missed, Remus absentmindedly playing with Sirius’ hands while he talks—tracing random patterns on his skin with sluggish fingers. 

The hand-holding is new. It may be Sirius’ favourite thing about the recent development in their friendship. Or maybe it’s the kissing. Or the cuddling. It’s all his favourite. 

“You doing okay there, moonbeam?” (The pet names are also new and a contender for favourite thing.)

Remus’ eyes flicker up, lagging a moment behind with a hazy, lopsided smile. “M’okay.”

“You seem a little tired.”

Remus scrunches his face, gives an exaggerated shrug. Whatever Pomfrey pumped him up on has sent him halfway to Twinkle Town and it would be hilarious if he wasn’t so damn cute.

Sirius kicks off his shoes, swings his legs up onto the bed and Remus responds immediately. Despite all his gangly long limbs, Remus sleeps like a limpet. Curls into Sirius’ side and clings steadfast to him.

It comes as a muffled, half-asleep whisper as Remus drifts off. So quiet that Sirius isn’t sure he heard it properly.

‘I love you.’

And it's still early days, too early into their relationship to know for sure. (Except Sirius is sure, has been sure for ages.) And it is clearly some half-conscious ramblings that don’t mean anything and that Remus won’t remember.

But it’s enough for now. Enough to make Sirius’ heart skip a beat. Enough until he’s ready to say it back properly.

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I love how I thought this was an original thought, and literally all the reposts with comments are bisexuals mad about losing their garlic bread! 😂

every time you compare one fic to another, a bisexual loses their garlic bread

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HOBBES vs. TIGGER cage match TO THE DEATH say goodbye to your childhood because ONE! WILL!! DIE!!!!

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Nooo! Not my garlic bread!! 😩

every time you compare one fic to another, a bisexual loses their garlic bread

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Now I’m thinking this entire fic should be from Pandora’s POV…😩

Trick or treat, pls?

Yay! You get a snippet of a new project I'm going to work on next, if I can ever figure it out!

The premise is after the war, Remus is continually approached by people who need his help with with one mystery or another, and he very reluctantly gets roped into helping them. Here is the hook for one of those mysteries. I'm thinking of having the woman be Pandora, maybe.

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“For the love of all that is holy would you stop making predictions! I’ve had too many completely ruin my life, I’d rather stay in the dark on what my future may be!” Remus shouted.

“How many is too many?” The woman asked.

“Just the one, but it led to all my friends either dying or betraying me, so it was one too many, thank you! You’ve already spouted off a dozen predictions, and I can only imagine how that’s going to mess up my life, so if you please, go fuck off and leave me alone!” 

“I can’t help it, Professor, they just come out, half the time I don’t even realize they’re prophecies until it’s pointed out!” 

“What did you call me?” Remus furrowed his brow.

“What, Professor?” 

“Never mind, I don't want to know! 

“You’re a teacher aren’t you?” 

“Nope! I’m not listening! La la la la!” Remus quickly plugged his ears. 

“Oh, that hasn’t happened yet. Opsie! See? This is what I mean, I sometimes know things about people, and I have to figure out what things have already happened, and what things are foretold, and it’s basically impossible to figure out until you mention something and then they react like you are now.” 

“I have a solution for that.” 

“Really? I’d love to hear it!” 

“It’s this little thing called stop talking!” 

“Well that’s very impractical, and they say you’re the logical one!” 

“Who’s they?!” 

“Lily—”

“STOP! I don’t want to know!”

“You’re the one who asked!” 

“So sorry to have given you the idea that I still wanted to be in this conversation.” 

“Moony, you have to help me!” 

“Where the fuck do you get off calling me that?” Remus was getting angry now. Nobody called him that. Not anymore.

“Well you didn’t like Professor, and I felt like calling you darling baby was a little too familiar!” 

“It’s Remus, just call me Remus, or better yet, call me nothing at all because I’m leaving!” 

“Remus, that’s an odd name, isn’t it? How did they get Moony from that?” 

Remus actually laughed. “You know my pet name and apparently future profession, but you can’t divine why I’m called Moony?” 

She stared at him intently for a full minute. “No, I haven’t the slightest idea, sorry about that. Is it a funny in-joke or something?” 

“Yeah or something.” Remus rolled his eyes. “Bye!” 

“You can’t leave! You don’t know about the dementor attack!” 

“Lucky for me I’m quite adept at the Patronus charm. I think I’ll manage.” 

“I swear I didn’t even plan on saying that, it just came out on its own accord. Please! I can’t help it, it’s a curse, I don’t know how to control it but it’s ruining my life!”

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In regards of the Trump government scraping all trans inclusion in its queer information portion of its websites I have made this thing. Spread the word. Don't let them pretend we never existed.

P.S: Don't like! Reblog! <3

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The Star.

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you know sometimes I forget normal people don't know about fanon poc harry

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I have this all written and was getting ready to post it, and then I thought, but what if the prophecies all rhymed?!

And now I’m trying to write prophetic poetry.

Trick or treat, pls?

Yay! You get a snippet of a new project I'm going to work on next, if I can ever figure it out!

The premise is after the war, Remus is continually approached by people who need his help with with one mystery or another, and he very reluctantly gets roped into helping them. Here is the hook for one of those mysteries. I'm thinking of having the woman be Pandora, maybe.

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“For the love of all that is holy would you stop making predictions! I’ve had too many completely ruin my life, I’d rather stay in the dark on what my future may be!” Remus shouted.

“How many is too many?” The woman asked.

“Just the one, but it led to all my friends either dying or betraying me, so it was one too many, thank you! You’ve already spouted off a dozen predictions, and I can only imagine how that’s going to mess up my life, so if you please, go fuck off and leave me alone!” 

“I can’t help it, Professor, they just come out, half the time I don’t even realize they’re prophecies until it’s pointed out!” 

“What did you call me?” Remus furrowed his brow.

“What, Professor?” 

“Never mind, I don't want to know! 

“You’re a teacher aren’t you?” 

“Nope! I’m not listening! La la la la!” Remus quickly plugged his ears. 

“Oh, that hasn’t happened yet. Opsie! See? This is what I mean, I sometimes know things about people, and I have to figure out what things have already happened, and what things are foretold, and it’s basically impossible to figure out until you mention something and then they react like you are now.” 

“I have a solution for that.” 

“Really? I’d love to hear it!” 

“It’s this little thing called stop talking!” 

“Well that’s very impractical, and they say you’re the logical one!” 

“Who’s they?!” 

“Lily—”

“STOP! I don’t want to know!”

“You’re the one who asked!” 

“So sorry to have given you the idea that I still wanted to be in this conversation.” 

“Moony, you have to help me!” 

“Where the fuck do you get off calling me that?” Remus was getting angry now. Nobody called him that. Not anymore.

“Well you didn’t like Professor, and I felt like calling you darling baby was a little too familiar!” 

“It’s Remus, just call me Remus, or better yet, call me nothing at all because I’m leaving!” 

“Remus, that’s an odd name, isn’t it? How did they get Moony from that?” 

Remus actually laughed. “You know my pet name and apparently future profession, but you can’t divine why I’m called Moony?” 

She stared at him intently for a full minute. “No, I haven’t the slightest idea, sorry about that. Is it a funny in-joke or something?” 

“Yeah or something.” Remus rolled his eyes. “Bye!” 

“You can’t leave! You don’t know about the dementor attack!” 

“Lucky for me I’m quite adept at the Patronus charm. I think I’ll manage.” 

“I swear I didn’t even plan on saying that, it just came out on its own accord. Please! I can’t help it, it’s a curse, I don’t know how to control it but it’s ruining my life!”

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Brennan Lee Mulligan arguing for the primal nature of morality on Ep. 40’s Fireside Chat is one of the funniest and realest things I’ve ever heard. He once again put into words what I have been trying to say for what feels like forever.

EDIT: No, I actually need to quote this out for myself.

“One of the things that happens a lot in philisophy that is, I think, a point of failure, potentially, in it, is that philosophy contains a lot of formal logic studies, and there’s a degree to want to sort of explicate, logically, everything, and go like, ‘What are the reasons and rationalities behind all of this?” But I think ignoring the primal origins of morality- You don’t need- If you watch someone kick a small animal, you don’t need an explanation for why that’s bad. It’s a first- It’s a primary thing, right? And you get into weird positions when you’re like, ‘I believe that humans should have good- be flourish and be happy, and have safety and joy!’ And someone can literally just go ‘Why? To what end? To what end should they have joy?’ And you’re like ‘Not to what end. I’m saying this is the end for me. The end for me is joy and safety and peace.’ And I get to say that because I’m a weird brain monster living in the universe and I can create meaning with my mind. You’re doing the same thing right now, but I just choose joy. Are you choosing something else? Because if you are, then we’re in conflict!” -Brennan Lee Mulligan, “Fireside Chat for WWW ep40 ‘Aid and Comfort’”

Choose joy, motherfucker! If you’re not, we’re in conflict!!!

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Some more lily