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appreciation post for the fact that ao3 doesn't have ads.

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"I've never seen you at the club"

Okay, well, I've never seen you on ao3 reading fanfictions in the middle of the night

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thinking of professor lupin teaching a bunch of middle schoolers. he’s the kind of odd teacher that everyone knows about, but every year without fail his students end up loving him because of how fun he makes class. he has a picture of him with another man on his desk, and it’s kind of blurry, not really showing more than a young, smiling Remus holding a person with long, black curly hair, which he never talks about, but one day one of the more outspoken students asks him about it and all he says is “oh, just me and an old friend” and then promptly moves on. of course no one believes him, because although they might be children they still have keen eyes, so they see the small, fond smile on his face when he glances at the picture from time to time. word gets around school, not in a malicious way, just children curious about who odd professor lupin could be so fond about. eventually weeks pass by, to the point that the picture on remus’ desk is almost forgotten, until one day in the middle of class, a strange man knocks on the door. the class erupts into whispers when they see the long curly hair, all holding their breaths to see who exactly this person is, and they’re not disappointed when the man walks up to professor lupin, gives him a kiss on the cheek, and hands him a lunchbox with a small whisper before turning around and leaving. everyone is dead silent as remus puts his lunch away, gaping at the professor over what just happened. eventually one of the kids speak up, asking the question everyone is wondering: “was that the same man from the picture on your desk?” remus seems unfazed by the looks he’s getting from his students, replying with a simple “yes” as a smile slowly shapes his lips. “why did he kiss you on the cheek?” another student asks, to which remus replies “because he’s my husband.” his answer sets off an avalanche of questions, a chorus of “HE’S YOUR HUSBAND!?” echoing through the classroom. the shock of the discovery makes it a highly discussed subject for many weeks to follow, students across the school still in disbelief over it because they can’t believe that the man, remus’ husband, is real. they all talk about how he must be an angel, because no one can be that beautiful. with his curly hair, bright blue eyes and sharp gaze, and it’s all remus can do to relay every single word he hears to sirius when he makes it home in the evening, knowing how much his husband enjoyed flabbergasting the minds of those young children.

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hallow is hollow

all my crimson rivers fanart so far! i gave james back his glasses. fic is ‘crimson rivers’ by bizarrestars on ao3

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I need Barty to not fuck up at the end of Goblet of Fire so that he continues roleplaying Moody to gather intel on the Order of the Phoenix so that he gets to go be miserably heart broken in Regulus’ room. So he can read Regulus’ poetry notebooks. So he can look at his Hogwarts yearbooks. So he can find the final love letter Regulus had run out of time to send Barty. So he can add notes to his poetry notebook that he will never stop loving him.

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imagine you were a TIME TRAVELER and you were in love with a BLUE HAIRED GIRL and you got to see a PARALLEL TIMELINE where the two of you were TOGETHER and you wished you could STAY IN THAT MOMENT FOREVER and then you kept coming BACK IN TIME to SAVE HER and she STILL DIES in the end.

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the heart is a muscle: chapter 4

words have been written

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I LOVE THEM AHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Some more bartylily sorry

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sorry for suddenly stopping talking to you yeah lol i had a curse laid upon my mind and it convinced me that you hated me. no sorry i activated it due to my own folly. yeah i miss you a lot but you do hate me now

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I fear they put crack cocaine in jegulus fanfiction because why am I obsessed with reading about a canonical dead dad and a character that had 3 lines. Yall writers took dust and made an empire and I love longing in it. Thank you for your service #longlivejegulus

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why don't you answer these?

because i don’t want them on but i have no idea how to shut them off ☝️

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it never made sense to me why i, as an eldest daughter, kinned regulus black over sirius until i realised that a lot of people characterize him as an eldest daughter

regulus is alone, he’s got nobody on his side.

he’s a people pleaser, taking his parents punishments and sacrificing his life for his brothers happy ending.

the responsibility falls on him, it’s his duty as heir to take the mark.

always too much on his plate, but he perseveres, keeps his head down, takes the curses and pushes through.

if not for himself, for sirius.

he’s strict, bossy and overall nobody’s cup of tea.

he’s afraid nobody around him would ever truly love him if they knew him to his core.

he’s not enough for people to stay

he tries, so so hard for someone to hear him, for someone to help.

he dies trying, always trying, always too late

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every time i get the "you've got kudos!!" email i jump a bit and want to hide

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Roses - @rosekillermicrofic - 209 words

Barty looked up, confused. He’d never seen Evan look so distressed.

“Rosie, what’s—“

“Did you kiss Dorcas?” He asked breathlessly.

“Did I…” Barty’s brow furrowed. “I mean, yes, but that was a long—“

“Do you like her?”

“What? Rosie, what’s—“

“Just answer the question.” Barty’s eyes widened as he saw the panic in Evan’s eyes.

“No, Evan. I don’t. Kissing her was actually how I realized I was gay.”

“You… you’re…” Evan suddenly sighed in relief, running a hand down his face. “Thank Merlin.”

Barty took in Evan’s appearance. His slight breathlessness from apparently running so far, his relieved expression, his sweaty hair.

“What brought this on?” Barty asked cautiously. Evan paled.

“I… uh… Pandora just told me… and…”

“Are you mad?”

Evan’s pale eyes almost bulged out of his head. “What? No, no no no, not at all, Barty!”

Barty leaned back against the sofa, still confused as ever. “Then why…”

“I…” Evan swallowed. “*I* wanted to kiss you.”

Barty stopped thinking. His brain fully stopped, along with his lungs. 

“Do it.”

“What?”

“I said do it, aren’t you listening?”

Evan immediately dropped down next to him and pressed him back into the couch with the kiss.

And Jesus fucking Christ, if that wasn’t the best kiss ever.

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this scene gave me so much mental illness I can’t even explain what this did to me