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I think I just met Hob Gadling on the bus…

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POV: a European in an American grocery store

“Have you asked yourself what‘s the price you might pay?“

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Yep, that‘s him.

is THIS your man? [shows an image of a malnourished injured exhausted man with big sad eyes looking up at the camera with blood smeared all over his face and mouth. and he is visibly trembling]

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Look, I love the Sandman with all my heart, along with all of @neil-gaiman ‘s works.

But I advise you not to watch it right before going to sleep. The dreams I had were…quite odd, to say the least…

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I present to you: older brothers who work with the government and their neurodivergent little brothers.

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Little bit of refining.  Please imagine the most ear-piercing heartbroken screech.

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Me: *uses three different kinds of flour while making bread*

My 19th century German ancestors: Behold! She doesn‘t have to resort to stretching out what we had to spend hours harvesting! No longer just buckwheat, but whatever her heart desires! For truly, she keeps tradition alive, yet doesn‘t have to hunger in between!

Me: *puts it in the electric oven*

My ancestors: *cry with tears of joy*

My ancestors, watching me dump an entire stick of cinnamon, two cloves, an allspice berry, and a generous grating of nutmeg into my tea, sweetened with white sugar and loaded with cream, while I sit in my clean warm house surrounded by books, 25+ outfits for different occasions, and 6 pairs of shoes, in a building heated so well I have the windows open in mid-autumn:

Our daughter prospers. We are proud of her. She has never labored in a field but knows riches we could not have imagined.

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when the period cramps start hitting so bad you have to pretend that you're on a barricade in 19th century france bleeding out from a wound dying in the hands of an unrequited lover

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I don‘t know why, but the song “Our Last Summer“ by ABBA weirdly reminds me of the Grindelwald x Dumbledore relationship. Especially the summer they fell in love.

I mean… Look at the lyrics!

Living for the day

Worries far away

Our last summer

We could laugh and play

I can still recall

Our last summer

I still see it all

Walks along the Seine

Laughing in the rain

Our last summer

Memories that remain

But underneath

We had a fear of flying

Of growing old

A fear of slowly dying

We took a chance

Like we were dancing our last dance

What do you think?

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hullo friend, do you have any wolfstar fanfic recommendations for remus going through the lunar cycle? something like hurt/comfort but not only, just him dealing with all the things that come from being a wolfy

oh boy do I ever! I'm wiggeling in my seat because of this question

(disclaimer, I've been kinda busy the last few weeks so I might come back to this ask later with some more recs lol)

The 39 Steps by gilbertsdoor

Remus hated having to lie, but he could see no other way around it. Closing in on Sirius, he gripped him by the fabric of his t-shirt, pushing it up towards his throat. ‘Alright then. You’re alone in the muggle countryside, wandless, in the dark. You’re manacled to an evil, murderous werewolf, a known killer who doesn’t hold an ounce of pity for your pathetic human life. If that’s what you would rather believe, then by all means,’ he hissed, ‘be my guest.’

One minute Remus is between jobs, isolated, and thoroughly disenfranchised with life, the next he is on the run for murder, being a werewolf-at-large, and for knowing far, far too much.

One minute Sirius Black is a bored auror in training, the next he is caught up with Remus in a mess of secrets and dark magic.

Their lives intertwine, but how long can they keep running from the Death Eaters, and how long can they keep running from themselves?

Harry Potter and the Dog and the Wolf by thewholeofthemoon I live and breathe for this series!) it's very much focused on lycanthropy especially the latest work wich is still a wip but so so so good!

Scent of the Moon by Quietlemonhush this is a little different but very much lycanthropy focused even if it's not always the source of the hurt

Not content to only disown the wayward heir to the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black, Walburga calls in back up. Bellatrix has all those new friends with their good ideals and their sharp, sharp teeth.

Sirius Black returns to Hogwarts with a bite in his side and a fever he can't shake.

they also have some more smutty wolfstar fics wich feature the lunar cycle if that's more what you are looking for

Dunes and Waters by MarigoldWritesThings ( @marigold-hills ) this is probably the fic most focused on lunar cycles and just the magic theory behind lycanthropy and I also just can't reccomend it enough

Remus is sensitive to changing tides, a part of the moon always with him, and Black is like the sea. He can smell it on him, the way his magic builds up and crackles about the fingertips.

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A werewolf, a convict, and a riddle.

The W in Weasley stands for Werewolf by gonzoclock this one is mostly here for fun werewolf lore I'm not gonna lie

When a werewolf comes out of nowhere and attacks nineteen-year old Arthur Weasley, he thinks his life is over before it's even really begun. He's wrong, of course, and now all of forty years later the Weasley family is thriving, happy, and healthy- and every one of them is a werewolf.

Things are going really well for eleven-year old Ron... except for the part where he has to get through school without anyone finding out his family's secret while simultaneously keeping his new brother alive. Easy-peasy. Right?

(Pay no mind to the one-eyed beast that seems to be lurking in the shadows- it's almost certainly nothing to worry about.)

Features the entire Weasley family adopting Harry Potter practically the second they lay eyes on him (or before that, even); Ron Weasley finding himself being altogether far too nice too slimy gits who don't deserve it; Percy Weasley doing his best; Harry deciding that being enemies with this Malfoy kid is too much work actually; Hermione Granger being as smart and ruthless as ever; Severus Snape who did not, and I repeat, did NOT sign up for ANY of this; and much, much more

By Moonlight by Eiiri this one, as well is mostly here for the werewolf angst, not nessecarily between wolfstar

After the Battle of Hogwarts, Remus recognizes something familiar in Draco Malfoy and offers him sanctuary. With nowhere else to turn--his parents in prison, his home a crime scene--Draco reluctantly accepts and becomes a tolerated, if not welcome, member of his schoolyard rivals' and wartime adversaries' family of choice. As pages of the lunar calendar turn and the summer wears on, Draco and the others begin to see each other in a different light.

but definitely check out these authors! <3

sorry for bad grammar it's late

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AU where Sirius didn't go to Azkaban, so he gets to help Remus during the full moon pt 1.

*warning: mentions of body alteration, werewolf shifting, nausea and others.*

The moon was almost full now, its silvery glow spilling through the small window, casting long shadows across the room. Remus could feel it – every nerve in his body was screaming with the approach of the transformation. His skin tingled, and nausea coiled tightly in his gut, making him dizzy. It was always like this, like some creeping sickness that started days before the actual full moon, building up slowly until it became unbearable.

Remus tried to focus on his breathing, gripping the edge of the bed until his knuckles turned white. Sweat gathered at his temples, his muscles tensing under his skin as if they knew what was coming. It was going to be worse tonight. He could already feel the way his body ached more than usual, his joints throbbing as if they were preparing to tear themselves apart. Sirius was nearby, lounging in the armchair next to the fire, his eyes flicking to Remus every few minutes, filled with concern but staying quiet. He knew better than to say anything, not when it was this close. They had done this dance too many times to count, but Sirius was always there. Always. That fact had been one of the few constants in Remus’ life, and tonight was no different.

The minutes dragged, and Remus’ head swam. He could feel his heartbeat thudding in his chest, quicker now, erratic. His hands shook, and when he tried to stand, the room spun violently, his vision blurring. “Sirius—” His voice was barely more than a rasp, thick with strain. In an instant, Sirius was there, a steadying hand on Remus’ arm, his face inches from his. “I’m here, love.�� The tenderness in his voice was almost enough to break through the haze of pain. Almost. Remus gritted his teeth as the first sharp wave of agony hit, his knees buckling under the force of it. He sank to the floor, clutching his sides as the transformation began. His bones cracked loudly, the sound sickening in the quiet of the room, and he let out a guttural groan, fighting the scream that wanted to escape his throat. His spine stretched, pulling his body forward, twisting it into a new shape. His skin burned as coarse fur sprouted along his arms and back, his jaw elongating painfully into a snout. “Fuck…” Sirius cursed under his breath, watching helplessly as Remus writhed on the floor, muscles rippling and contorting. It never got easier. Remus' hands dug into the wooden floor, his fingernails splintering as they extended into claws. His senses were overwhelmed by the change — the nausea hitting him full force as his ribs cracked, expanding, his entire body growing larger, more beast than human now. He growled, his breathing was erratic, every inhale sharp and painful as the wolf fought to take control. Sirius stayed close, but kept just enough distance, crouching down at Remus' side. He knew the drill. Wait. Don’t touch. Not until the wolf had settled. Remus, or what was left of him beneath the wolf, could sense Sirius even through the haze of red-hot pain and rage. Somewhere, in the back of his mind, there was still that part of him that loved Sirius, that didn’t want to hurt him, no matter how much the wolf wanted to lash out, to sink its teeth into something. His yellow eyes darted to Sirius, wild and dangerous, but recognition flickered for just a second. Sirius. “You’re still in there, Moony,” Sirius whispered, his voice steady, grounding. “I’m right here. You’re not alone.”

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I am well aware that this is very different than my normal posts. But I think tonight I will do a more personal character study of sorts.

You know. I think the reason I like the characters I do, more specifically characters like Gregory House or Remus Lupin, is because of my chronic pain, as winter gets closer, it gets worse and worse. I was struggling to walk today, to stay awake. I think there’s something to be said about the comfort of understanding. I always find myself skeptical about certain forms of representation for clout. But something about the lack of representation for something that can’t be outwardly perceived has frequently caused me to doubt the validity of my experiences. As someone who was not diagnosed for years due to my family giving incorrect and inconsistent information to my doctors, I’ve struggled to accept my condition. For years I’ve pushed it down and away and convinced myself that everyone lives like this. That it is something I have to grow around. But now that I have my answers, I don’t know how to feel. My pain doesn’t make me anything special, it just makes me tired, and sore. And due to my parents beliefs that I simply need to fight around it, my access to aids are extremely limited. Braces and Advil only take me so far. It is nights like tonight that I like to take a breath and imagine myself away from here, as someone who understands. Perhaps as a doctor or a werewolf, a sorcerer with broken hands. I like to think of myself as something bigger and to hope that someday, I will be.

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Guys, give me some good Ravenclaw representation. From what I can see, we got Luna, Flitwick and…that‘s it.

Gryffindor has the Maurauders, the Golden Trio, Dumbledore, the Weasleys…

Slytherin has a lot of Dark Wizards, but also intriguing characters like Regulus Black, Severus Snape, Slughorn, Draco…

Even Hufflepuff got great representation with the Scamander brothers, Cedric, Tonks…

But where is Ravenclaw? All of the other characters that we do know come from Ravenclaw seem weak in comparison (Lockhart, Quirrell or Cho). Ravenclaw isn’t just the house of “smart“ people, it‘s the House of dreamers and creative heads. But where are they? Or am I just missing something?

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My friends…I have done it. I have acquired…THE BRICK.

So, I watched the Les Mis movie and fell down into the rabbithole that is the fandom. Now I’m thinking about reading the book. Should I and why/why not? (specify reasons in the tags or comments)

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So, I watched the Les Mis movie and fell down into the rabbithole that is the fandom. Now I’m thinking about reading the book. Should I and why/why not? (specify reasons in the tags or comments)

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Your gender is now the first randomized wikipedia article you get. No rerolls.