The Way I Would Give My Firstborn Child For Paxton Hall Yoshida To Please Fix His Goddamn Posture.

I’m spiteful ok. I need someone to write a fic where theres the whole dramatized everybody mistrusted Remus during the war thing (which I don’t believe to be canon but whatever) but its au like everyone survives. I’ve read lots of those but i swear to god I need one where Remus doesn’t forgive and forget after and doesn’t run back into Sirius’ arms but instead tells everybody to F OFF for doubting him and fking reclaims his life and makes new friends and THRIVESSS. 

and like he can reconcile with his friends eventually and wolfstar again but the spitefulness in me needs badass remus who is independent and finds happiness and contentment by himself.

I’m really bored so...

The Crows as Ice Cream Flavours

Kuwei- is mint chocolate chip idk why I just know. ( I’m including him bc my baby deserved better than the way y’all treat him.)

Mathias- is dark chocolate mixed with vanilla bc we love a basic bxtch.

Jesper- is orange sherbet bc I said so.

Inej - really likes pecan ice cream with brittle.

Wylan - is a basic vanilla caramel guy but we love him for it.

Nina - eats 2 scoops, one is cotton candy and the other is Mathias’s.

and Kaz is emptying the register while they keep the clerk distracted.

but you know, he doesn’t mind some butterscotch...

I never realized how fatphobic the Harry Potter series is.

like Joanne.....

- Dudley Dursley

- Vernon Dursley

- Marge Dursley

- Peter Pettrigrew

- Crabbe 

- Goyle

These are all antagonists and their fatness/lack of conventional attractiveness is used to make them worse. They are bad people but fatness/obesity is shown as a negative trait to show them as bad or use them as comedic relief. 

 Vernon  “His mean little eyes now slits in his great purple face”

Dudley “His piggy little eyes fixed on the screen and his 5 chins wobbling as he ate continually” and “Very fat and hated exercise—unless of course it involved punching somebody”

Marge “She was very like uncle Vernon, large, beefy, and purple-faced, she even had a moustache, though not as bushy as his.”

Whenever they are shown as mean people, they are also shown as fat.

Peter : He is shown as less than the Marauders at Hogwarts, because compared to them, he is fat and short. Also, everytime he does something bad, JKR continually describes him as fat and grubby.

Peter sucks but his fatness is made to make him even worse and less than.

Crabbe and Goyle: Their personality traits are literally just being fat, stupid and mean.

Harry and Ron are made able to knock them out and polyjuice them by putting cupcakes infront of them, they are considered dumb fat people.

Their fatness is associated with being dumb, mean, and greedy.

All of these people are also shown as prejudice and when their close-mindedness is shown, their fatness is intertwined.

EEK!! The way his eyes went up and down twice in the last clip as he checked her out!!!! Like damnnn Ben

Remus Lupin Mood Board

Dani + Jamie : The Happy Years

“At long last, deep within the au pair’s heart, there was peace, and that peace held for years, which is more than some of us ever get.”

Draco Malfoy’s Instagram

Fabiola: I’m cold

Eve: Here, have my jacket!

Devi: I’m cold too…

Paxton: What? *taking off his jacket* I TOLD you to bring layers, but of course you didn’t FUCKING listen and NOW *piling scarves on her* look, I’ve got to make sure you don’t FREEZE to death *taking Trent’s hat off his head* how long have you been cold? you should have said something sooner…

Aneesa: I’m also cold

Ben: well damn Aneesa, I can’t control the weather!

Sirius Black Faces the Woes of a High School Crush (part 3)

Part 2:

https://www.tumblr.com/prosepoetryanddrama/753691551217090560/sirius-black-faces-the-woes-of-a-high-school-crush?source=share

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“What the actual fuck?” Were the first words out of Sirius’s mouth as he stared at the scene in front of him. 

On the floor of the dreaded closet sat, as expected, a panicked Remus with a torn banner, but also a gruesome demonic entity, by the name of Benjy. Fucking. Fenwick. 

The roach had his grimy hand against Remus’s shoulder, with a sympathetic frown on his face, and Sirius wanted to break his fingers.

Remus looked up at the sound of his voice and stared blankly at him, although Sirius noted a slight blush spread across his, already rosy, cheeks. “Oh, it’s you, Black” 

“Uh, appears so.” Sirius spoke. ever so eloquently.

“What are you doing here?” Benjy interrupted. 

“Just taking a stroll, Fenwick,” Sirius said, inserting as much casualness into his voice as he could.

“A stroll? To the closet? At the opposite end of the entrance?” Benjy responded.

Sirius huffed, choosing to simply ignore his inferior presence.

”What happened here?” Sirius asked, directing his question to Remus, attempting to get back on script.

Remus looked at him, “We’re fucked,” he said simply.  

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That was how he found himself spending his afternoon, helping Benjy fucking Fenwick fix a useless banner, like a loser. Though, Remus’s soft, warm hands pressed into Sirius’s fingers when he passed him glue and other such things, as they sat on the floor, that fucking banner spread out in front of them, did help ease the frustration. 

His frustration did not stay at bay long though, rearing it’s ugly head every time that Fenwick breathed in his, or Remus’s direction. 

They did in fact go to the glossy, modern cafe across the street, and Sirius had almost trampled over Benjy to pay for Remus. 

Remus, forever stubborn, had looked up at him with a frown, “Black, no. I can pay for myself.” 

Sirius, of course, had ignored him. 

It was actually quite pleasant, regardless of the roach. To sit in the high-back leather chair across from Remus, with Remus leaning in closer to hear Sirius’s ramblings. He had at least improved in that aspect. The few, although stilted, interactions he had with Remus, had finally gotten Sirius to smooth himself out in his presence. 

They had chatted about, of course, the damn banner, with Benjy pitching in like an annoying squirrel every five seconds, but they had indeed chatted.

Sirius figured that he should just take the win. How the mighty have fallen. 

Every time that Sirius attempted to steer the conversation with Remus into non-banner related, Benjy was quick to insert himself. 

Sirius was contemplating getting Peter to frame him with drugs. 

This was unlike Sirius, who although, did get revenge for every petty thing, did not get riled up this quickly. He was the picture of perfection, and he knew it. So why was he getting that jealous itch every time he looked at Remus and Benjy? Fenwick did not hold a candle to Sirius, and Sirius knew it. 

It simply grated on Sirius every time that Benjy casually bumped up against Remus, or flippantly pushed his shoulder with a laugh, like they were old friends, when Sirius, who was not a stalker and simply just had sources, knew that they were not.

Sirius, would never take any touch of Remus’s for granted, he thought to himself, as he lay in his bed, ladden in fresh silk sheets, courtesy of Kreacher, the maid, that night. If Sirius ever pressed his shoulder against Remus, he would bury his head in his neck and kiss that one mole on his neck that, Sirius had spent countless Calculus classes staring at. If Sirius had an opportunity to have his hands on Remus, he would only bring him closer, and never push him away. 

He wanted so badly to know this boy, although Sirius, deep in his heart, a place he would never say outloud,  felt as if, on an intrinsic, human level, he already knew him.

“Have I met you before?Had I once known you?” He thought to himself miserably as longing overtook him.

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The next morning at school as Sirius stared at the back of Remus’s golden locks, he thought to himself, “I could love you forever if you just let me.”

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It truly was not just a simple appreciation of looks when it came to Sirius’s feelings for Remus. Despite their lack of actual words, and well, any sort of relationship, Sirius probably knew more about the boy named Remus Lupin, than Remus himself did. Which of course, he knew from his sixth sense, and not any sort of stalking, because Sirius was much above that.

He knew that underneath his golden-boy, snotty image, he was mischievous and snarky, that he was the one who had once pulled that prank, in the first week of school, that was still being attributed to James and Sirius. But he was also kind, the type of kind that bent down to hug shaking freshman and guide them to their classes. Sirius knew that Remus prefered to stay within himself, only really conversing with a small group of people, but would rise to the challenge the minute, anyone insulted his friends. Sirius had a vague memory of that time that Remus, spewing foul French, had smacked Avery across the face for shoving Evans. He was strong, but warm, and lovely, and he wanted Remus to also, finally know him.

He wanted Remus to care about him. To know that Sirius loved the smell of Remus’s sweet chamomile tea, but personally, only drank coffee without milk. To know all the facets and sides of him, both carefully cruel and sniping at times, but also painfully tender and someone who loved ever so deeply with all his heart. 

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By the next Student Council meeting a few days later, Sirius had refilled himself with motivation and a type of unrelenting drive that only came from having Walburga Black as a mother and warden. 

Yes, there had been a few setbacks, one or twice or thrice, but technically, Sirius had not fucked anything up, yet at least.

Taking a last bite of the pesto sandwich he had gotten from the Kitchens, he schooled his face into a picture of confidence before peeking in the room.

Remus, looking splendid in a wool sweater, sat in a blue plastic chair close to the table, his body bent forward, his chin on his hands. 

“So, now that whole banner problem has been solved, by my help, do you have anyone picked out as a date for the prom?” Sirius said smoothly, sliding into the seat beside Remus, and immediately breathing in that cinnamon scent.

Remus looked up, his big, brown eyes peering curiously at Sirius. “No, not yet.” He shared.

Taking his chin off his hands, he continued, “I’ve just been so busy with the setup and supplies and a hundred other things. I haven’t really thought about it.”

Remus opened his mouth as if to continue his sentence, but nothing came out. He simply stared hard at Sirius for a second before his eyes lightened. 

“Do you, uh, have a date”? Remus asked. 

“Actually! I was-“ Sirius was cut off by the doors opening and the rest of the Council poured in. He groaned quietly as he slinked back into his seat. Remus too, after another odd, long glance at Sirius, somewhere below his eyes, turned away and began flipping through his notes before clearing his throat and beginning the meeting. 

Sirius glumly thought to himself that there truly was some cosmic force in the universe working against him.

As some dark haired bloke went off about prom dress code rules, Sirius heard a snicker from his left. He turned his head, and saw Remus’s, and James’, favourite redhead, Lily Evans, smirking at him. 

“What?” he mouthed quietly to her. 

“Pathetic,” she mouthed back, discreetly pointing at him with one hand, then pointing at Remus, who’s eyes were still dutifully trained on the room’s speaker. 

He flipped her a finger, fuming. Yes, he had not exactly been the most discreet at staring longingly at Remus, but what did Lily Evans know? He then ignored her for the rest of the meeting.

The scrape of chairs broke the tension, as the meeting ended. Before Sirius could blink, Lily quickly grabbed his arm and pulled him out of the room, into the alcove right outside the room, just about hidden from view.

“Evans, what the hell!” He scowled, pulling his arm away. “No offence, but I’m not interested in a secret tryst with you.” 

"I want a tryst with your best friend, " he thought.

She snorted. “As if, Black.” She shook her head, before drawling out, “Remus.”

Sirius crossed his muscular arms over his chest, waiting for her to continue.

She shook her head, “You’re obviously into him. Watching you pine like some Romeo has been literally painful to watch.”

Sirius leaned his head against the wall, and looked down at her. “Did you pull me aside like some secret lover just to tell me that, or are you planning to help me?”

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Yayy! Finally some dialogue between our two main stars.

@dumbass-gryffindor1960

Just that Louis is wearing the same blue cardigan the day Claudia leaves after Lestat reads her diary and when she comes back (Louis x Lestat fight). Don’t think about how often Louis probably wore that in the midst of his depression in order to trap himself in that moment of guilt and torture forever.