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happy birthday to my beautiful beautiful beautiful moony man <333

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Reblog if you're bisexual and sleepy

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i think at least 80% of sports are gay.

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sirius : *licks james’ neck*

remus : fucking queers get away from me (/j)

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i changed my url so thats exciting

anyways happy pride month <3

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you know i actually think we put too much stock in fanon? i think we assign it a lot more importance than it actually has 

don’t get me wrong, i think the idea that hundreds or thousands of people can come together from all sides of the world and construct, as one, a whole united interpretation of a text or media is rlly interesting and heartwarming. and i think a lot of the time it’s can simulate a sort of bonding experience for fans, especially in subfandoms and small communities. but i think when we assign fanon interpretations a huge wealth of importance to the point where we perceive other readings as alien or confusing, we lose a bit of the magic?

particularly in this fandom we can sometimes have a very, very homogenous understanding of the characters we work with, especially marauders era characters. it’s completely fine for certain interpretations of characters (that james potter lived in a manor, that marlene mckinnon was a blonde white woman etc) to catch on because they’re prominent in popular fics or fanart, but it’s worth remembering that variety is the spice of life, and that we can often end up maligning diverse voices in fandom when we create universal fanon interpretations of characters or plots of worlds, because these interpretations are almost always determined by which fanfictions are the most popular at a given point, and that decision will almost always be made by cis white women, who dominate fanfiction reader communities most of the time.  

i think when we assign set fanon readings to different characters (particularly offstage/unseen characters, characters who we aren’t introduced to directly in the source material, etc), we remove most of our communal proclivity to create our own interpretations of them, and we make small fanfiction authors uncomfortable with the idea of introducing their own perspectives to the mixing pot. and i think that’s a real shame. i understand that set fanon interpretations of fan favourite characters can often serve as a narrative shorthand for fans, particularly serial and non-au fanfiction authors, but i think that encouraging the sharing of ideas and the establishment of soft fanon can be done in a way that doesn’t set hard and fast rules on the ‘best way’ to interpret the text. 

idk. this post does’t have much of a point, i’m just tired of seeing my super inventive exciting cool friends and mutuals coming up with wonderful, unique interpretations of canon characters which don’t match up to common fanon and feeling guilty for that. i’m tired of seeing people take unique readings on source materials in the same way their predecessors in fandom did, but instead of being venerated as the ‘’new canon’’, being mocked and misunderstood etc. like, i think a fandom which has a thousand different readings of a character is so much richer and more exciting than a fandom with a thousand fanfics that all take the same one. 

tldr: we should perhaps take a more critical stance on the tendency in fandom to view homogenous fanon interpretations of characters as set rules, rather than general trends. we should also encourage diverse voices in fandom, and be concious of the fact that many of the traits we assign to characters through fanon can make various members of fandom spaces uncomfortable. 

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Do it. Elaborate on the Shrek au. I dare you.

oh god. oh god. well i cannot resist now i have been dared. remember that u asked for this. Also, this is mainly a collection of vague thoughts & details that maybe do not matter all that much, and will probably not make sense if u havent watched it.

fundamentally, shrek is a film (insert ‘im not even going to call it a movie’ meme here) about learning to love yourself as you are, but also about opening up to other people & letting them help you & also about how those two things interact with each other.

And who kind of hates himself and feels like a monster and uses the help of his friends? remus, of course. However! to even slightly maintain the vibe of the film the main character has to look hideous and intimidating to others, so we’re adding the lore that everyone can see that he’s a werewolf because of a particular scar on his head.

(sidenote: remember when sirius volunarily locked himself into a cave and looked like shit and ate rats? he would also make a good shrek, but if im going to list all the alternative ways this could be done we’ll never be done) 

Then, an enthusiastic four-footed sidekick: prongs. yes, it’s James in stag form. no, i don’t think he’ll be human at any point in the movie. (He has to be an outcast, that’s what unites them all, after all)

Also, the swamp is the shrieking shack.

now it’s going to get complicated, because unfortunately shrek wasn’t made with the idea of a marauders au in mind, which is kind of inconsiderate tbh. I’d make voldemort Lord Farquad just so that all the ‘compensating for something’ jokes can be replaced with something along the lines of: ‘well u know what they say: the smaller the nose,,,,’  

the magic mirror that snitches on them is Peter, and he tells voldemort that to be complete he needs a seventh horcrux and that the only thing fit for that is this one Black family heirloom. The black family will only give it away as a wedding gift. enter sirius black, stage left. 

lily is the dragon but. we’ve got to change the personality. lily is simply a Professional and wants to do her job, but james, overconfident as always, says he’ll be able to distract her with his seductive skills (yes, hes still a stag). Weirdest thing? it works. lily, who has never really talked to anyone before, just burned them to a crisp, is too busy laughing to really do anything. Somehow the whole ranting and never stop talking thing is the perfect approach, and Lily is quite curious about the outside world and how it has changed those past few years, and she is quite glad that she doesn’t have to kill him, because turns out he was just lost, and that must be true because he hasn’t asked about the prince yet. 

And then she spots Remus and Sirius getting away and realizes she was tricked. she isn’t exactly. proud of her reaction but to be fair trying to burn and kill people was just her knee-jerk reaction at that point!! she didn’t really have the time to get used to the talking thing!! 

ehhh sirius changes into a. fucking dog at night. and he can’t control it. that’s the curse. 

that one robin hood-like figure? that came to attack them? the blonde one with the song. yes that’s Gilderoy Lockhart and Sirius enjoys punching him very much (#letsiriusblackgoferal2021). Remus enjoys watching the punching and such and then the cute and slightly disturbing bonding montage starts. 

they take shelter in the windmill, sirius transforms into a dog but can still talk for plot reasons, and explains the whole being cursed and needing a true love’s kiss etcetera. remus got him a flower but drops it when he hears the words ‘but who could ever love a mangy mutt’ and it’s all a very sad misunderstanding and voldemort takes sirius away. (sorry abt putting the image of sirius and voldemort marrying into ur head <3) 

Here, for fun, I’d suggest just giving Lily some time to shine, going out, exploring the world, because she doesn’t really have a job anymore and doesn’t know what to do. She sees the fairytale people, the different ones, and how they are treated and how lord voldemort tries to get them all away because it doesn’t fit into his worldview. It’s horrible, and at her core, she’s a protector, so one day she just swoops two dwarfs (marlene and dorcas) onto her back, away from the soldiers who try to make them go down the mines and stay there forever, out of sight.

They have fun & explore & become friends, honestly, and her new friends want to show her some really cool dwarven shit let’s say a nice gemstone. Lily gives the appropriate reaction but unfortunately a very big dragon isn’t very subtle and the soldiers manage to find them and to capture marlene and dorcas, who both encourage lily to just get away as fast as possible. and lily does. she flies and flies and keeps flying until she can’t and then she stops next to a lake and cries.

that’s where she sees james again. they talk, james consoles her, says that at least she had that friendship because friendship is the most important thing in the world, and then we see him have a lightbulb moment. He makes up with remus. 

They crash the wedding! sirius appreciates the dramatics of it all, and, not one to be bested, reveals that he changes into a dog when the sun goes down. lord voldemort, appaled, calls for his guards (remember, the problem isn’t necessarily ugliness, here, but the exclusion of the non-normal, non-human people (shrek as a metaphor for queerness anyone?)) and lily eats him. #girlboss

remus hugs dog-sirius, and he’s smiling a lot more than we’ve seen so far in this film!! he also presses a small kiss to the top of sirius’ head just because. not much happens but a few seconds later sirius seems to concentrate and suddenly he’s human again (a delighted human, to be clear). he concentrates again and he’s a dog. human-dog-human-dog-human. remus, although he isn’t quite sure what’s going on, watches with a fond smile. sirius remembers he’s there and they kiss and it’s cute ig

ending scene is a big party with a banner of ‘we ended the monarchy!!!!’ and next to it there’s a painting of the person who was elected as president and it’s Just Some Guy. halfway through the party james decides to defend lily’s honour and crosses out the ‘we’ and writes down ‘I’ and drapes it around lily as if it’s a sash. remus and sirius are also vibing. dorcas and marlene are furiously digging out gems and giving them to each other (it’s how they flirt). the end <3

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does anyone else look at nice handwriting and think

‘hmmm... thats kinda hot’

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I would love a coops drawing

maybe some engagement stuff because I'm weak for those

carinaaa!!!!<33 fucking love this request thank you🥰🧡

i have this idea that sirius proposed to remus in the chillest, most pure way. it happened one morning, he had bought the rings the day before, and had the whole thing planned for dinner the next day. but when the next day came and he woke up, he gazed at remus’ sleeping figure and couldn't wait any longer. remus’ eyes were blinking open when he finds sirius staring right at him with a soft smile, sirius reaches for the bedside table where the rings are and presents them to remus. he simply says, marry me, and remus’ eyes widen with a smile creeping on his lips. AND WELL THEN THAT HAPPENS⬆️🥰

ship by @lumosinlove 🥰🥰

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celestial bodies

It's sublime,

how he hated the night,

feared the moon,

but loved the brightest star

And the star shone just for him.

It's a shame,

That he spend so many nights aversed from its light,

believing it blinded him,

144 lonely moons,

despising even the sun, tearing with the rain, screaming with bolts.

But you can't espace celestial vault

so one more time he longed after Sirius,

waiting for it to appear on the night sky,

just to watch his beloved star veiled behind cruel clouds.

And as they moved

They shrouded Lupus laying next to it.

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here have a thing I wrote instead if writing things I actually need to write <3

It was strange, having Sirius around again. It was like having a family member come to stay who you only see once every five or six years; you know each other, and you both feel as though you should be comfortable with each other, and you used to know each other well, but something’s just off. In the years between visits, one of you has changed. Maybe both of you. And try as you might, learning each other again just isn’t that easy.

This was different, of course. Sirius had been imprisoned for murder for tweleve years, and Remus had spent those same years barely surviving. But Remus, one sleepy morning when he had shuffled down to the kitchen to see Sirius sitting awkwardly at the table, had come up with the comparison and thought it amusing, if nothing else.

Sirius sat in Remus’s old armchair, cradling a mug of tea and watching Remus. Remus was sitting cross legged on the floor, his own mug sitting on the coffee table as he stared into the fire.

“Remus?”

Remus blinked, and looked up at Sirius. “Yes?”

“I’m just,” he paused for a moment, thinking. “I’m curious.”

“About what?”

“Your mustache.”

“My…mustache.”

“Yeah.”

“What about it, exactly?”

“Just…it, in general. What’s the story there?” Sirius was smiling at him, and there was a hint of something in that smile that Remus wanted to keep there forever. It was teasing and bright, almost happy, and Remus didn’t even care that this was at his expense he just cared that it was there.

“I thought it might make me look more professor–like,” Remus admitted. Sirius brought his mug up to cover his mouth, but Remus didn’t miss the smirk. “Does it not?”

“No, no, it definitely makes you look all adult and mature and all that, don’t worry about that, Moony.”

“What’s got you laughing, then?” Remus couldn’t stop his own smile from spreading across his face as Sirius’s soft laughter filled the room.

“You were really that nervous about the job that you grew a mustache for it?”

Remus shrugged. “It was the first real job I’d had in years, of course I was nervous.” He took a sip of his tea. “And I had to look my best for the kids, of course.”

Sirius nodded solemnly. “Yes, of course, for the kids.”

“You were just a bonus,” Remus added with a grin. Sirius’s mouth dropped open dramatically.

“Me? Just a bonus? How could you say that?”

“Are you saying I should have anticipated my convict ex-boyfriend showing up at the school I was teaching at? Because if I had, I would have grown a full beard just for you.”

Sirius laughed. “No, no, I think you should stick with just the mustache. The beard might be a bit much.”

“What, it might cover up too much of my gorgeous face?”

“Yeah.”

“Sirius, I was joking.”

“I wasn’t.”

“Oh.”

They were both silent for a minute, then Sirius said, “Ex–boyfriend?”

“I mean––it’s not really something we’ve discussed.”

“Should we?”

“Probably.”

More silence, interrupted once again by Sirius: “You do have a gorgeous face, you know.”

“Not many people would agree with you on that.”

“I’d like to be not the ex–boyfriend.”

Remus laughed. “Would you rather the title of ex–convict boyfriend? We can switch up the order a bit, it’s not an issue.”

Sirius laughed as well, but his cheeks were slightly pink as he replied, “Yeah, I’d like that.”

“Ex–convict boyfriend it is, then,” Remus said, and he couldn’t stop his smile, not when Sirius had a matching one trained right on Remus that made him giddy, not when he had just called Sirius his boyfriend for the first time in a very long time and it felt like maybe, one day, all would be right with the world.