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don't ever look up what your childhood friends are up to now!!!!!!!!!! like girl you're a nuclear safety engineer. i put on matching socks today. we played tag a thousand years ago.

I thought of this and now I’m sharing with you.

Written from Remus’ pov but can be put to whoever you want

He didn’t remember when he stopped looking both ways before crossing the road, when he stopped worrying abt being on the wrong side of town late at night, when he had started drinking too much or when he stopped being careful when using a knife to cut up the veg. He didn’t remember when he stopped caring about himself.

i have lots of sexual fantasies such as getting through a day without a headache

reminder that this is a pro choice blog, because access to a medical procedure shouldn’t be a debate, and if you think otherwise, fuck off

Your jumper

So I know I haven't posted anything for a while, I've been a bit busy with Uni work to write anything new. However, I have had some creative writing assignments and created some OC's. I was quite proud of this assignment I did and I'm currently working on another one. TW: talks of suicide, suicide of a family member and self harm scars.

I’m wearing your jumper. The one you left on my doorknob that morning. The creak of floorboards woke me up, but I turned over and dove back into a dream. It’s weird knowing that the last time I saw you it was a shadow slinking down the stairs and not you jumping on my bed to tell me about the book you’ve been reading or smiling after you beat me at cards. Your jumper stills smells of lavender and sea salt and the sand won’t leave the crevice’s of your pocket, like you won’t leave the crevices of my brain. I want to scrub you out, get a scourer on all the grooves and maybe it’ll hurt less. Scrubbing every memory of you every thought you gave me, every lesson. Losing my brain rather than losing you. I want to forget all the stories you told me to get me to sleep, I want to forget the nights we stayed up star gazing, I want to forget that you never lived outside of this hoodie, but you left it that night.

The sun rose again, the birds sang once more, and the waves continued to crash against the rocks. The sky was painted with pink and orange hues that night, tonight the sky was stained purple as it gave way to bright glistening stars. The hunter, Orion waves his club, the Pegasus spreads its wings proudly, Cassiopeia clutches to the north pole in an effort not to fall off her throne. I hope one day you find your way to the stars; I can look up at you and tell your story like you used to tell me theirs.  The world kept spinning and the stars still shone in the sky everything kept moving. I had to keep moving too. I’m getting up, I’m listening to the birds singing, I’m watching the sun rise and set with each new day. I’m watching the moon go through her cycle her silver face turned to me and her amber smile comforting me the way you used to. She is reflected in the water that you greeted as an old friend; you threw open your arms as the waves did too.

The scars you left on your arms, your thighs, your face. I wonder if they stung when you hit the sea spray. The white lines dig in and create grooves in your skin like a record player going round, playing the same song over and over. Your life plays out in my head and the record goes round on the turn table. It’s your favourite, the one you barely let me touch for fear of breaking it. Funny that a song meant more to you than your own life. Although lots of things meant more to you than yourself. Your skin and blood a sacrifice, it drips, drips, drips. You didn’t care about yourself, your life, your blood, your soul. You cared about me though. That why you left me your jumper, right?

LOVE LOVE LOVE

The sweet cheeses again, you will always be famous Helen and Menelaus

Doodle undercut for funsies

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ah shit sorry man i didnt mean to spill my "aro4aro friends with benefits relationship" all over your favorite ship, fuck dude my bad, it wont happen again

No rest 'til the sunrise

I love this fanart so much that I had to write a little one-shot inspired by it. In my head I imagine that Remus has bad early on set arteritis and uses his wheelchair if the pain is worse. Just a fluffy muggle au but can be read in magical universe if you want to. So I hope you enjoy! Use of medicinal weed

Sirius woke up to the sound of Remus pottering around in the kitchen of their dingy little flat. They had been living there for nearly a year now, it was rented so they couldn’t do anything about the boring cream colour that covered all the walls, but they made sure to cover all available surface with plants, and sometimes books and records if they ran out of space on their bookshelves. Remus usually slept in till the early afternoon unless they had plans except if he was in pain and couldn’t sleep. Considering the sun was rising and dipping into the room through the split in the curtain Remus was up early again. Sirius then shoved the duvet down and stumbled out of bed, eyes still closed trying to cling to the last of sleep that he could while checking up on his boyfriend. His arms were outstretched to make sure that he didn’t bump into anything which didn’t work as his bare shoulder knocked against the door frame of their bedroom. He crossed the small hallway and under the archway separating the space to the kitchen. Remus was sat in his wheelchair with his chequered red PJ bottoms and a soft grey T-shirt. Sirius however had on his softest boxers because summer was definitely here, which was evident as a slight breeze came through open windows. 5 Seconds of Summer was playing through the speaker in the corner of the kitchen as Remus mixed up some extra pancake batter. His soft honey voice filled the small flat before setting the batter down on the side, gripping his wheels and spinning around the area of the kitchen.

“Tell the truth and I’ll show you how to dare” his head was thrown back with his eyes closed and a sated look on his face “Flashlights, held tight, we can own this town”

Sirius pushed his back of the far wall and joined in

“Never say goodbyeeeeeee” Remus stopped his spinning to stare at his boyfriend, all of his tattoos were on show and the rising sun streamed through the windows and carefully lit him up.

“So, kiss me, kiss me, kiss me and tell me that I’ll see you again” they both sang at the top of their lungs, which would probably wake the neighbours up because it was currently 6 in the morning. The problem was neither of them cared.

“Cause I don’t know if I can let you gooooo” Remus’ hand latched on to Sirius’ and pulled him on top of his lap and sung to him with a ridiculously happy smile on his face.

“So, kiss me, kiss me, kiss me” Sirius happily obliged and smiled into the gentle domestic moments and cradled Remus head with such care as their lips were brought together.

“I’m dying just to see you again” Sirius sang back at him as they parted. His hand smoothed down Remus shoulders over the old worn T-shirt as the music settled into the background. “You in pain again?”

“My shoulders were aching which woke me up around 4 and my left hip is well, not good.” Remus pointed down to his leg which, conveniently was not the leg Sirius was sat on.

“Want me to roll?”

“Duh! That’s what I’ve been waiting for” Sirius sniggered as he raised himself from Remus’ lap to fetch the small tin at the back of the cupboard. Remus pushed himself over to the window waiting for Sirius to join him as he carefully rolled out a joint. Sirius sat on the windowsill as he passed Remus the joint and lighter watching carefully as Remus cradled it between fingers and brought the flame up to the tip. It was lit and Remus looked at the horizon, but Sirius just stared at him. Vaguely Remus waved the joint over at him not really looking until Sirius caught his hand taking the joint and carefully kissing Remus’ knuckles. The two hands were clasped together and placed in Sirius’ lap as he carefully took a drag from the joint blew the smoke out the window and into the breeze.

“Cause I don’t know if I don’t know if I can let you go” Sirius sang along with the song in the background once more and Remus pulled on his hand and sung the next lyric.

“So, kiss me, kiss me, kiss me” and he did. “Will we ever be able to listen to that song with out making out?”

“God I hope not” Sirius looked disgusted at the notion and wrinkled his nose slightly handing back the joint and watching as the smoke curled around Remus after taking a drag. “I’ll finish the pancakes you finish the joint”

“That I can do!” Remus nodded taking another drag. “Chocolate chips are in the cupboard on the left”

“I know how you like your pancakes Remus we’ve only been together 2 years” he said standing up and walking back to the kitchen area “Here’s to teenage memories!” Sirius sung grabbing the chocolate chips and dumping the whole packet into the mixture and heating up a pan. “Whoa oh oh oh ohhh. Whoa oh. Here’s to teenage memories!” The first pancake got caught on the edges and didn’t flip right so it got burnt in some places and was still raw in others. Sirius dumped it and got started on the second one which went perfectly and soon there was a stack of fresh chocolate chip pancakes on a plate. Sirius carried it round with a jar of Nutella to the other side of the breakfast bar where Remus was now sat at the little dining table they’d got together from a charity shop a few streets over. The plate was plonked in front Remus, and he grabbed the knife sticking out of the Nutella jar smothering the first pancake, picking it up with his fingers and stuffing it in his mouth. Sirius loved Remus and loved making him happy so if chocolate chip pancakes with Nutella was the way to his heart so be it. Sirius got to wide the chocolate smudge of the side of his boyfriends mouth and relish in the slightly startled look Remus gave him before picking another pancake and the Nutella knife. Remus would never trade these mornings with Sirius for anything, the pain was worth it to feel how loved he was.

I love them.. and they love each other...

why do people always only expect you to have one thing. one disorder one pet one gender one pronouns one name one favorite movie one crush one best friend. like why do I have an inventory limit