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“I feel like this deserves one of those congratulatory Instagram posts or something on social media. Founding a new species entirely Mx. Lovegood, I can’t say I’m surprised. You’ve been destined for MAGNIFICENT things and I’d love to hear more about it.” Remus gave Luna and encouraging smile, because really, even years later he savored the good that came from his former students. He hoped he could get them to do as he did, he knew better than anyone how war took the joy out of your soul. How it haunted, how it bled into everything you did, so he was determined to to make them find joy -- hoping to find the joy himself. Taking a sip of his coffee, he noticed how much little there was of it left, realizing how much more he felt he needed to get through the day, Remus started to get up, “Merlin, I need a top up and an expresso shot. Can I get you anything? Anything sweet?”

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As if it were even possible, if the aftermath of the war Bill had become more carefree, at the same time as becoming more protective. He often joked it was the wolf instincts, ignoring he’d never even changed and all it remained to be was cosmetic marks and a change in how he liked meat. But in the aftermath, he held his loved ones closer and let his own restraints down, it was his way of moving forward. 

“On a scale of one to ten, how soon would I have to apparate to St Mungos if I drank a bottle of firewhiskey? Hypothetically, of course.”

“I’ll say this, Bill, I’ll make sure to apparate you myself should you go through with it -- that way you won’t have to worry about splinching in addition to alcohol poisoning,” a mischievous smile started to creep on to Remus’ face. Hearing things like this, seeing people joking around, even talking about pulling such stupid stunts reminded him of times from when he was much younger & much less burdened. Still, he looked at Bill curiously, intent on seeing if he���d actually go through with it. 

“HYPOTHETICALLY, though, of course. Your mum might stop inviting me over to dinner if she knew I’d ever DARE to help you with something so .... reckless. Irresponsible. Dimwitted.” His chastising was obviously light & teasing, the twinkle in his eye evident, almost daring Bill to take on the task.

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The disillusionment charm always worked wonders during Draco’s errands, concealing his otherwise  DISTINGUISHABLE features. He’d quickly mastered it - as he mastered most things - and so translucency became his safety blanket. When one has their face plastered over EVERY news outlet in the Wizarding World, a hat and some sunglasses isn’t quite enough to ward away the wronged.

’ Worked wonders ’ that is, until some insolent dosser decided to trample Draco’s cloak, barging past like a stampede of hippogriffs tracking the scent of an innocent. Whilst his body remained indistinct, the items in his hand - flasks and cylinders, Essence of Comfrey and fifty-two beetle’s eyes - toppled to the ground and smashed into a cacophony of absolute, bloody shit.

“Were you BORN an idiot or do you have a monthly subscription to Wazzock Weekly?” Draco sneered, feeling the charm prickle his skin as it dissolved, leaving him very much PERCEIVABLE to the patrons of Diagon Alley. His hunched stance snapped swiftly back into the rigid posture of a Malfoy, and his stomach dropped amongst the insect parts scattered on the pavement. He prepared  to run, twisting to find the nearest, DARKEST, dingiest alleyway to disappear into but, instead, he found himself hitting a firm chest and meeting familiar eyes. “You,” he said, and stopped trying to run.

“I was actually born Remus, Remus John Lupin if we’re getting technical,” Remus said easily, calm as ever, though he did feel slightly bad for running into who was now revealing themselves as Draco Malfoy. “I think the idiocy came later. Can’t say for sure. Ask my wife.” He couldn’t say he wasn’t impressed, the charm the other had done was something he, as his former Defense Professor, was quite proud of. Remus took the hood down from his hoodie, as he too liked to be rather undetected in public spaces. At least, it was a habit he’d yet to break, especially on the worse days. 

“But yes, it is I, RUINER of your life at the moment and breaker of ....” looking down at what Remus had actually broken, he made a face. It didn’t matter how many transformations, how many times he’d seen Potions materials in the raw, he never got to used to seeing eyes of ANY nature. He much preferred human eyes, to Beetle eyes especially. “Beetle’s eyes. Lovely.” 

Remus Lupin had every reason in the world to hate Draco, his father was worse than insufferable, Draco seemingly followed suit as a child especially during his year teaching, he had been horrible to many people Remus cared about -- in several ways. But as his eyes laid upon Draco, examining him, it was the fact that he was just a boy ( even now, he was a kid ) that made it so Remus could never hold any real resentment outwardly. Not for too long, anyways. “I will say Mr. Malfoy, you did an EXCELLENT job at at that charm, if it hadn’t been for your attitude and posture after our collision, I’d have thought you were any old Potioneer. Come on then, we don’t need to make this a scene. I’ll cast the charm on you again, we can get a quick charm to clean the .... ingredients,” once again he made a face. “I’ll walk you back to work. It’s the least I can do after this blunder. I’ll even take the blame for the collision if it makes it any easier for you.”

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my biggest pet peeve is when people write lupin as the wet blanket mom friend prefect type, like…did you read prisoner of azkaban tho??

literally shoots chewing gum up peeves’ nose 20 seconds into his first lesson ever

passive-aggressively puts snape’s boggart in drag after snape insults neville in front of his class 

and THEN, gives zero fucks about snape’s increasing rage as word gets around that HE DID THAT

speaking of gives zero fucks: gives zero fucks about trelawney’s attempts to crystal gaze for him

somehow miraculously bullshits his and harry’s way out of repercussions after snape catches harry with the map and has every right to put harry in detention for the rest of his life (AND he keeps composure while his teenage self is savagely badmouthing snape right in front of him, no less)

is prepared to straight up murder his former best friend in cold blood in front of 3 of his students and totally would have done it if not for harry’s intervention

gives harry the map back because, fuck it, he’s not a teacher anymore, give em hell, kid

like i get the whole tea/sweaters/laid-back-professor aesthetic, but remus lupin is a magnificently flawed and sometimes straight up terrifying character…he’s so much more than fandom’s portrayal of him as this mild-mannered, careful person, and i think that part of the reason he’s so interesting to me is that he seems just like that at first, but you have all this dark shit lurking just beneath the surface. one of my favorite moments in the entire series is when he goes into that extremely scary place and he’s about to murder peter, because you know that each DADA professor so far has had some dark secret, and even beyond the werewolf reveal, remus’ payoff is SO good. he’s such a good character honestly

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❝ i wish i could say that i am a LIGHT that never goes out,                   but i flicker from time to time. ❞

was that really REMUS LUPIN? it’s been a long time since that HALFBLOOD ( WEREWOLF ) wore the GRYFFINDOR colours around the halls of hogwarts. i suppose the whispers of muggle borns swearing they saw JESSE WILLIAMS were about them, which does make more sense. so tell me, is it true HE/THEY ( DEMIBOY ) works as a STAY AT HOME FATHER? i suppose there’s no better way to make the most of their UNDERSTANDING and SELF-LOATHING nature. funny how time flies, i remember our first day and hogwarts and now they’re FOURTY years old.

i’m jinx, i also play hannah abbott i’m DETERMINED to make this shorter!! i am!! but i’ll start with some of a bio i have then ramble from there. edit: this is not shorter. houston we have a problem! i fucked up! this is ted talk number two! my grammar ( caps and no caps is also a mess because i’m too tired to adapt to either ) is a mess.

The story of Remus Lupin is one known by many people – his friends, his family, but what people don’t know is what’s in between the cracks. The man in the monster, the boy who he was and the person he’s grown up to be.

There was a time when Remus felt more boy than burden, though he can hardly remember it now and his family cannot either, there was a time. The Lupins were a happy family, they had moderate means, they weren’t the highest class in Wizarding Society but they weren’t the lowest and they made up for that in love – as cliche as it might sound. Remus had one foot in the muggle world, and loved it, Hope would take him on adventures ( having been an adventurer herself ), teaching him about feminism & muggle politics but be back in time to make dinner for when Lyall came back from work. For five years, that’s how it went, an easy, happy cycle that Remus grew up knowing as home. It was home, and his parents were so in love that Remus could only sit back to admire their own admiration for each other. They thought that they’d go on like this until Remus was in Hogwarts, and they’d talk about it for hours on end.

The night Remus was attacked was the night everything turned upside down. Remus’ life might’ve been saved, but ever since then he’s wondered: was it worth it? Was he worth it?

The guilt that Lyall felt propelled him to forget about what his family actually needed and instead, what he needed to forgive himself for what he had done to his son. It was then Remus knew he would have to take care of his family just as much as they would now have to take care of him. No matter how many days of the month would be normal, little Remus would wake up after that full moon torn apart, hurting, crying, confused, and the guilt that he felt was something he could only learn from his father. Hope, like her name, tried to keep the family alive and normal but Lyall refused to let things go back to normal until his son was back to normal. The truth was, even if there was cure, Remus John Lupin was irreversibly changed – there was a whole part of the Wizarding World he came to know at a young age that was not magical in a positive way. Sometimes, Remus still thinks ignorance might’ve been bliss, or maybe if they had put him down like the animal he was his family would’ve learned to move on but his father never did. Lyall could also never accept that Remus was what he was and would continue to be that. The Lupins, a once beautiful household with a life like clockwork were broken – and Remus knew it was all his fault.

Hogwarts, while a nice reprieve, gave Remus a sense of fear and he was determined, absolutely determined to keep to himself. He would not be an affliction onto other children, he would not burden them, he would not form relationships only for them to be embarrassed & repulsed by what he was. But he didn’t seem to have a choice – James Potter, Sirius Black and Peter Pettigrew chose him and never let him go. His brothers, his family, his soulmates, he never knew he’d be able to feel such love for other people who weren’t blood. It was with that love that he got that he started to return, it was then people found that Remus had a sense of humor but an even greater capacity to love – everyone but himself. When his best friends became animagi for him, he cried, he cried because he was relieved that he wouldn’t have to be so alone. That people cared enough about him to do also transform themselves into animals so they could be with him. To this day he doesn’t understand it & is convinced he never will, but it doesn’t make him any less grateful. Without them, he knew he’d be much more miserable than he was, without them, he feared he’d be nothing but a problem his father made him out to be. That he’d be nothing but a monster. They, along with friends he made, were his humanity and it’s why in the first war Remus was ready to do whatever it takes to win because he couldn’t lose them. He’ll lose himself, his mind, his soul, before he loses the people he cares about.

But we all know how that turned out. So I’ll skip ahead for now because I don’t need to detail the pain, suffering, blame, isolation, etc. that Remus went through in the aftermath of the first war!! I really don’t!! Especially because his mother died RIGHT after it ended!! 

Finding out Peter had betrayed him and his friends.... i know i’ve said remus lupin is an emotional, soft pisces, but that RAGE. he really would’ve killed his ass! he would’ve!! on this blog it says 1/3 of the marauders because fuck peter pettigrew as far as remus is concerned!! 

remus’ BIGGEST fucking fault and negative trait is how much he loathes himself. it gets in the way of EVERYTHING. his own self hatred oftentimes clouds his judgement to who he really is. He is funny, his is intelligent, he is caring, he is loyal, but all he sees is that he is more of a burden than a man, that he is wasting everyone’s time when he transforms, that they should leave him be. He sees himself as the extra fat that needs to be cut off meat, he sees himself as an affliction to others and there are no kind words that stop him from feeling that way. Remus gets a reminder once month that this is all true, but with therapy that he’s been in the last two years, he’s really been working towards discovering who he is aside from who he’s told himself he is. questions about his gender have come up as well, he often wonders if him identifying as nonbinary/a demiboy is because he sees himself as half a human or because he truly feels detached from his gender in a way as well as feels he doesn’t quite always fit it. plot twist you asshole, it’s the second! see why i put him in therapy!

i think when remus was exposed as a werewolf .... it freed him in some ways. there was a certain amount of hiding he was doing, that he didn’t have to do any more. like, listen, he’s already a black human in this society, he’s not straight either, so of course his whole life he didn’t want ANOTHER thing to differentiate him out in the public, but. he’s always been really sarcastic, funny, if you get to know him -- he doesn’t hold back his thoughts either. his thoughts about himself, yes, but his overall thoughts -- no. he was mad and he felt like he had to leave, but that didn’t stop his ass from being a presence in his students lives. the first thing he did after he resigned was get a twitter and subtweet the shit out of the hogwarts administration & the ministry ( did they see it??? who knows ). not his fellow professors but uh, i’ll just say it, lucius malfoy and co.! he used it as a platform to rant, to educate and educate himself. lbr, he had a lot of time on his hands! so yes, he did offer tutoring services and still does to this day. but also, he gets into dumbass twitter fights it’s pretty funny imo. i can truly imagine him going to sirius asking for some advice on what to say to some of these assholes. also him and sirius visiting graves together! they had to make up time w/ each other somehow! bonding! please bring me the only marauder still ( maybe ) alive, i need it. 

the second war was difficult in a completely different way to remus -- the guilt he had over getting tonks pregnant, the guilt he had for being in love in a time of war, the selfishness he felt, aided to the reckless nature of his missions. he’d already let down harry for years by not being there, letting him be with the dursley’s, he felt the potter’s didn’t make him godfather because they’d thought he’d be an incompentent father figure ( newflash asshole, they loved you and didn’t think that at all ! ). he did everything to prepare that he could, and when teddy was born --- it redefined the meaning to live. to fight for something. he needed to make this world a better place for teddy, desperately. i wouldn’t say he got his shit together completely, but he stopped being as much as a fucking shit head because he didn’t matter anymore & he didn’t mean that in a self loathing way for once! teddy and tonks did. he meant it in a life has so much more meaning bigger than me way! which, wow, FINALLY, because the world doesn’t revolve around you and what you hate about yourself, remus! took this asshole like 38 years, but he got there!!

there’s no one he loves more in this world more than tonks and teddy. i could go on, but, the longer he’s alive, the more time goes on, he is even more grateful for them. he didn’t know if he’d find a family or love after the first war, after losing lily & james, sirius, peter, the other order members, everything felt lost & without meaning. his existence without meaning. but being a husband & a father redefined his world like never before. he’s proud to be a stay at home father, he’s proud to dedicate all his time to his child while tonks goes out and kicks ass. he’s proud to bake, cook, clean, tend to the house, go out to coffee with other parents, facilitate playdates.  it’s probably the happiest he’s been in his life. does he still face discrimination? of course. but Petty, Sassy & Sarcastic Remus Lupin deals with it with stride, quips, and laughter. the occasional prank. it doesn’t feel as much like additional ammo that he’ll later use against himself. just people being dickheads! 

loves to reach out to former students, order members, dumbledore’s army members. always tells them him and tonks’ home is open to them. he’s getting to a place in his life where i think he’s becoming more and more open about being a werewolf, raising awareness, speaking, talking. erasing stigma, he’s trying SO HARD, because he knows he’s not alone. he’s always had that drive to educate people, to just let them know whats up? he was truly a fantastic fucking professor, often he misses that job, but he wouldn’t go back. he’s teaching on his own terms, living on them as well. he’s had to unpack a lot of the ..... debt he felt towards dumbledore and realize a lot of the idealization he felt towards him was probably not the best. dumbledore was another shady ass white man, he wasn’t just a savior, he was a lot more dark and complex than remus gave him credit for.

i know this seems too meta, but at this point, i imagine remus and hannah share baking tips, because hannah can’t bake edibles to save her life -- but remus? remus can. he was the world’s worst drug dealer in his youth, but weed helped him sooooo much after and before transformations. he’s lucky to now have wolfsbane along with this resource. but, yeah, you’ll catch hannah and remus having tea as well as hannah offering to babysit so some of her favorite people can have a night out. 

if harry names his damn kid fucking albus severus in this verse, remus will actually throw hands, js. like...RIGHT IN FRONT OF HIS SALAD @ HARRY AND GINNY?? 

aight i’m gonna stop here because this is Extra™ but thank you for coming to BOTH of my ted talks and reading this!! if you’d like to plot, please like this, and i’ll come to you!! 

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Told You So // Paramore

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“when he kisses her he is begging, pulling, pleading he is asking her to accept every bruise, cut, scar— every dark secret she will never know— everything about himself he cannot quite accept yet. but when she kisses him she is giving, she is promising she is telling him that, despite all the scars, bruises, cuts— all the secrets she may never know— that she still loves him, even when he cannot love himself.”

— that is the essence of tragedy. | E.C.A. (via alleyspat)

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remus lupin, stoned, watching james and sirius trying to care for harry and laughing hysterically

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“Maybe this is why we read, and why in moments of darkness we return to books: to find words for what we already know.”

—Alberto Manguel, A Reading Diary (Farrar, Straus and Giroux, 2004)

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this song bleeds perfection

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He felt his body divide itself into a hotness and a coldness, a softness and a hardness, a trembling and a not trembling, the two halves grinding one upon the other.

Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451 (via theclassicsreader)

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via jesse williams’ igstory