#TPOA

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Living the autistic dream rn

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Writeblr Introduction!

HI! I'm a queer, trans writer currently going by Evan/ Jake (he/him) online and trying to start a blog to share my WIPs and writing concepts as part of my goal to become a casual content creator.

I'm both a writer and an artist, interested in the ethics of hunting, surgical gore and religious eroticism. I'd like to get better at consistently posting about the progression of my writing to look back on.

My favourite genres consist of domestic thriller, psychological horror, drama, romance and LGBT novels- I love to explore religious trauma and queer relationships in my work, often with a fantasy twist- it isn't uncommon for me to discuss various forms of trauma and abuse in my writing as well as NSFW themes, so be warned!

My Current Projects

Tagged under- THF

This Heavenly Feeling

Genres- Queer, Fiction, Drama, Religious

A boy raised for years by his adoptive father, a priest, has to figure out how to function in a modern, fast paced society after his death. A passion project that explores drug use, human psychology and depression.

The Purpose Of A Hunting Dog

The reason I made this blog :)

Tagged under- TPOA Hunting Dog, TPOAHD, Mallory Misfortune, TPOAHD Anthony

Genres- Queer, Occult Horror, Religious Fiction, Fantasy, Drama, Gore

This story follows an independent scholar in a small religious town. His name is Anthony Godswill and he occupies the small, religious town of Plummet, navigating his relationships with the individuals close to him (such as his Son, his Niece, the Priest and the son of the Archbishop). He’s a close-minded, amoral, every-man character who’s simultaneously exploring a closeted queer relationship with an individual from outside his town

Your Coyote Looks Like A Dog

Tagged under: YCLLAD, YCLLAD Bruiser, YCLLAD Venison, YCLLAD Running, etc

Genres- Coming Of Age, Queer, Thriller, Romance?

This one’s very new and still in the works, roughly about two trans teens and their antics in a rural, American town

All original posts to be tagged under ‘jake yaps’ as of mar27

[punkharryp0tt3r]

This reminds me of a vine

But I also feel like he is definitely chill with Ron, he only acts like this with people like Malfoy

But “He don’t bite”

HE MUST CERTAINLY DOES.

Snuffles is quite the cute dog, except if you’re Ron.

[unconventional-lawnchair]

We'll heal together: Chapter Nine

Invisible String Taylor Swift

Sirius Black x Reader / Remus Lupin x Reader (Ambiguous)

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Summary: The Shrieking shack confrontation pt.2. The final of TPOA,

Cw: Use of {Y/N}, Snape and reader trying to be friends, Harry with hurt feelings, mentions of death, mentions of character death, cusses, manipulation and Peter being peter (please reach out if I missed something}

Wc- 3630

Taglist- @otterlockholmes @stylesann

“R-remus?” You whined out, letting yourself be hopeful looking up through your blurry eyes. Sirius sighed, closing the door and walked up to you. He sat down, handing you the water he swi[ed on his way out. “Sorry to disappoint, pretty girl.”

The first time he ever called you that, you were sure you never looked more of a mess then that night.

“Come on, it's not worth the spoiled night.” Sirius put his hand on your knee and you snatched it away from him, He put his hand up and you pushed the offered water away.

“It's easy for you, Black. I’m sure you are enjoying this,” You snapped at him. “I’ll finally leave your best friend alone. You can go now.” You sighed and hugged your knees. Sirius and you sat in silence for a moment before he nudged your shoulder and gestured to a window, opened it and silently you leaned out for some fresh air. 

“.. Why do you hate me, Black?” 

“I don't hate you, {L/N}.” He sighed and offered you the water again. You took it this time, taking a pitiful sip before you handed it back. He set it on the windowsill and crossed his arms. “You’ve treated me like a horrible disease. It was cute when we were younger, but now? I feel like whatever you saw, they saw too.”

“No, Vix, I never-” He paused and rubbed his face. “I was scared.”

You gave a bitter chuckle. “You were scared? I was scared. I understand, we were both kids but you just… got worse. It feels like I grew up and you just.” You gestured at him and he lifted his eyebrow teasingly at you.

“You just gestured to all of me.”

“Just the things you could fix.”

“All of me?”

“Just everything.. About you, yeah.”

He gave you a glare and you held it before he broke and gave a faint laugh, you smiled and looked up at him. He looked back at you with a smile. Pausing at the look in your eyes.

“What?”

“This. This is the Sirius I think I deserved to know. Not the cruel one.” You whispered and he slowly nodded, looking down at the water and picking it up.

“I've been cruel.”

“An understatement.” You countered and he shook his head. “I just had this.. Idea of you. That you were this big bad guy. I mean, I had never seen you cry until the Snape thing.” You rolled your eyes and he waved his hand. “Sorry, sorry. I just… If I have someone to hate its a good distraction.”

“From what?”

Sirius thought for a moment before he gave a vague shrug. “Everything?”

“Yeah… Just, pureblood stuff.”

“Pureblood stuff.” He chuck;ed.

“What about now?” You prodded.

“What? What do I think of you?” He mumbled and you slowly nodded. “Ah… I don't know yet. I spent the last six years trying to ignore you.”

“Yet?”

“Yeah.. I’d like to get to know you… Can I?” He muttered and budged you again. This time, you nudged back. “Yeah… Yeah, I’d like that too.”

~~~

You shook your head hard, frowning deep at his crazed look. “I… I never knew Peter Pettigrew.” Peter's face fell and you turned your back to him.

“Be rid of him already!”

…

“No!” Harry called over to Sirius as he continued to try and corner Peter. You took a shaky breath, snapped out of your angry trance, turning to face him with a shocked look. Your jaw dropped, then, it was like you came to your senses.

You turned to face the three as Peter got on his knees and groveled to Harry. “Oh, thank you Harry, thank you. You’ve shown me such kindness I could never think of a way to repay you-”

“Get off of me!” Harry snapped and stumbled back as Peter tried to grab his legs. You reached out to try and help him steady himself, stopping yourself before you touched him. You stood up taller. When his eyes met yours, you saw nothing but the boy you carried all those years ago aging in what seemed to be just seconds.

All the time you missed out on, all the days wasted in that shop when Harry was waiting for you. He needed you. You weren't a child anymore. You couldn't let emotions get the better of you. Moody taught you better than that.

Harry turned back to Peter and looked down at him with a stern and hollowed look in his eyes, one a child should never have to have. One you have seen on countless friends in your youth. No. You wouldn't let this happen to him too. He wouldn’t grow up alone, too fast. You wouldnt fail him again. “We’ll bring you to the castle. Then, you'll be left to the dementors.”

Your eyebrows raised, looking at Sirius who seemed to be too focused on Peter to have heard the tone Harry had. Or maybe he didn’t see what you saw. When your eyes moved to Remus he was grimacing, and you shared a moment of eye contact before he nodded and walked over to Severus. You shook your head and turned to Ron and Hermione. They looked terrified. It was dawning on you all at once, all those years ago, everything that had happened to you, you weren't much older than them.

You shook the thought away and you walked over to the two. “Come here.” You whispered and began to gather him up with Hermione’s help. 

Walking through those tunnels never felt so claustrophobic before. Like your lungs were crushed with the realization of everything around you coming all at once. You didn't know how to handle everything around you, so you kept helping Ron. One thing at a time.

Once you finally made it out of that death trap you set Ron down and began to look over his leg with a wince, “Merlin, kid. Sirius you did a number, you rabid animal.” You remarked to him and ran your wand over it to utter an incantation, stopping the bleeding. You noticed the lack of sassy remark, turning to look at him, only to see him gazing at Hogwarts so longingly.

You gave a small breath through your nose. You turned away and looked back down at his wound, muttering the water filling charm into your palm and allowing it to overflow to drip down and clean out the puncture wounds. You knew Sirius loved his years at Hogwarts. He thought the world of the life he had built there, you however? It has only ever brought you cruel pain. With every good memory you could name two horrid ones. For every friend you met you could name three Hogwarts and Dumbledore took away from you. You just had to sit and watch Harry go through the same. But no, he had Sirius. He had Remis. He had you now. He would be okay. You’d be sure of it.

“You were watching me. That whole time?” Harry's voice snapped you out of your trance. You looked up at him and gave him a soft smile. “Of course. Well, for a few weeks now.”

He seemed bewildered by this, “How come you've never..”

“Said anything? Well, technically, I'm supposed to be at the Weasleys’.” You mused and Ron seemed to be thrown for a loop at that. 

“The Weasley's? My mum’s? What are you doing there?” Ron asked and you gave a faint laugh, turning to look at Harry. “Why don't you go talk to your godfather, Harry?” You asked and he gave a hesitant nod before walking over to him.

You watched before you turned to look at Ron and Hermione. “Well, I was close friends with your uncles. And, not to mention, I knew you when you were almost two.” You smirked as his face turned to one of absolute shock, cogs in his head turning as his mouth opened and closed like a fish. 

You were happy to distract him from his leg. “Your uncles insisted I meet you when you were so young. Your brothers, Bill and Charlie may remember me. Molly was like an older sister to me for a long time. Almost like you and Harry were destined to be friends.”” You hummed and looked down at the tunnel as you heard Peter’s pathetic begs.

Ron opened his mouth before Remus began to crawl out, Snape on his shoulder and Peter in his grasp. Peter launched forward and grabbed Ron’s arm. “Ron! Wasn't I a good pet? A good rat, a dear friend-”

You put your wand to Peter’s neck and he scampered back, staring at you in horror. “Y-you wouldn't, not your best friend, right, right {Y/N}?”

“Touch the boy again and I’ll show you how far I’ll go.”

You stood up and over Peter, your wand to his face before Remus began to forcibly yank him up. “Where is Sirius?” Remus asked in a stern tone and you shook your head. “Allow him this, Remus.”

He stared at you for a moment longer, still holding a squirming Peter. “.. it's very good to see you, Vix.” He breathed heavily and held your eyes. You nodded, taking in how he had aged. He lost his tan, it hurt your heart knowing he must have stayed away from the sun enough to have made his skin so light. “Remus, how-”

“Harry! Professor!” Hermione shouted and you turned to face her with Remus, Harry and Sirius snapping around to watch as well. Then, you followed where her hand pointed, No.

“Remus, have you?” You began before Sirius ran over and grabbed a hold of Lupin as he began to transform. “Have you taken your potion!?”

There was a lot of noise at once, and you felt everything crush you. You saw in what seems to be a slide show. Sirius was smacked back by the werewolf, Hermione tried to step closer as she called out to him in what came to your ears as faint echoes. Someone grabbed her arm to yank her back. That was your arm, but you don't remember moving. It was panicked. Nothing but panic, Remus howled and the sound that once meant a playful fouse in the shrieking shack now meant certain danger. You just needed to get to the kids. The kids?

You looked behind you and before you could make a move to get to them, Snape suddenly shot up from below. “Potter-”

He looked between their faces in confusion at their horror, turning and flinching as he saw you next. Following your gaze he took a sharp breath at the sight. He didn't think, grabbing you by your arm and yanking you behind him as he guarded the kids and your form from Remus.

Remus raised his claws and you shoved Snape and the kids to the side hard enough to make them fall. His claw hit you with full force as you tried to transform in time. You were flung against the Whomping Willow, and your form went limp. You blinked a few times, but your blurry vision didn't get better. The last thing you saw was Sirius attacking Remus, and Snape grabbing you up in his arms,

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You woke up hours later, in the hospital wing. You looked around quickly, shooting up before you gave a pained hiss and the sound of a very familiar monotone filled your ears. “Lay down, {L/N},”

You turned to look at Snape and frowned, before looking around again, where was Remus? Where was Sirius? Where were the kids? Where was Harry? 

“The kids are fine.” Snape drawled and you gave a sigh of relief, laying back down on the bed and closing your eyes tight.

“And-?”

You couldn't even ask before Snape gave a scoff. “I haven't seen you in twelve years and yet you are still thinking of those boys.”

You let the knots in your body untangle as you relaxed, you know this conversation would take a lot out of you.”Snape-”

“You never used to call me that.” He spoke slowly. You shook your head with a harsh glare his way. 

“What do you want, Snape?”

“Is it a crime to visit my friend?”

“You know very well I no longer consider you a friend.” You snapped back. You reached forward sharply and grabbed his arm before he could pull it away. Your thumb pressing to his clothed wrist. “And You know very well why.”

He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. “I have made my mistakes-”

You gave a bitter laugh. “Have you now? And next you'll tell me you've learned? You're better now? Like what you used to promise me in school. Like what you used to tell Lily when she would catch you shouting at me?”

“I-”

“No, Snape. You haven't changed. I've seen how you treat Harry, Lily’s Harry. My Harry. You are still a jealous pompous brat. You can't seem to let go. Because no matter how much of a person Harry is outside of his father, you will only ever see James. And you know what Snape? I hope his eyes haunt you for years to come.” Nineteen years of rage spilled from your lips. 

Snape looked down at where your hand was still on his wrist, Slowly, he reached for it and his large hand dwarfed your own. There was a silence, you glaring at him with so much anger and hate in your eyes. “... You are all I have left.” 

His voice was broken, he looked pathetic. Your breath hitched and you closed your eyes. Fighting off the tears you knew were coming. You took a shaky breath and shook your head. “I wish you chose me when I wasn't all you had. I wished you showed me that you loved me as I loved you. I saw you as a brother, Snape.”

Severus gave a shaky breath and you continued. 

“I have learned my lesson, Snape. I am done being your last resort. I am not Lily. I will never be Lily and I am not yours either. I could have been. I would have been, years ago. I would have dropped everything for you, but you never cared. Why should I care now?” You demand, voice hoarse. He closed his eyes tight and breathed through his nose. 

“I want to make it up to you.”

“Do you?”

“Yes. I truly do.”

“Then prove it. I am over your talk of it.”

“... I will.” He whispered. “I will.”

~~

The next morning Harry went to Professor Lupin’s office. He had visited the hospital wing, but you were already gone and Ron was out like a light. Before he could even knock, Remus greeted him. He gave Harry a smile, his face was scarred, lip cut and bruised. He was far paler than normal, Harry sucked in a sharp breath. Lupin chuckled, looking into Harry's eyes, he saw Lily’s, that first night her and you doted on him after finding out.

The complaining from James about his friends stealing his best friend and crush was worth it, to feel hands as soft as yours cradling him like he was the most precious thing in the world. “I saw you coming.” He mused and gestured to the map. Putting away a few books. Glancing back to see him still with such sunken worry in his eyes.

“Don’t worry. I’ve looked worse, believe me.”

“You’ve been sacked?” Harry whispered and walked over to Remus, He shook his head. 

“No, Harry. No, I resigned, actually.” Remus mused and tore up his letter copy, tossing it into the rubbish bin.

Harry gave a startled look. “Resigning? Why?”

“Well,” Remus started, glancing at the doorway before down to Harry. “Someone let it slip about my.. Condition.” He spoke carefully. ”This time tomorrow the owls will start coming, furious and demanding answers as to why someone like me is teaching their children.”

Harry scoffed and shook his head. “What? But Dumbledore-”

“Dumbldore has done enough for me. Including risking his neck to allow me to work here. Unfortunately, Harry, people like me, we are plenty used to this by now.” Remus mused and shook his head. “Besides.” He smiled slightly. “I already have a job offer lined up for me. Things just seemed to have.. Worked out.”

Lupin waved his wand and his clothes began to pack themselves. He busied himself with the rest of his bigger things, his books, his coats, his references and research. But when he looked back at Harry, he seemed so crestfallen.

“Why do you look so miserable, Harry?”

“It.. It didn't change anything, did it?” He whispered and Remus gave a breathy gasp, fading into a laugh.

“Harry, you discovered the truth that has laid hidden for twelve years. You reunited me with friends I never thought I would see again. You saved an innocent man's life, and you spared a soul. Harry, there are many things I am proud of you for, but what you did last night? I am more than sure when I say, I heard your mother speak through you when you spared Peter. And I heard your father when you promised justice for his actions.” Lupin spoke slowly and purposefully. “I saw Sirius in your eyes when you put yourself between me and your friends as I transformed. I saw {Y/N} in the fury in which you confronted Snape in the halls. I see the power and the good of every person I have ever loved in you, Harry. Please, don't blame yourself. And don't undermine what you have done for so many lives tonight.”

Harry let out a shaky breath, trying to even himself out, as he felt that misty feeling of tears in the back of his throat. Lupin nodded and set his wand onto the desk. “And I must say. I told an old friend of our conversation when I took this map from you.”

He waved his wand to it. “Mischief managed.” Picking it up and looking fondly as their name appeared for just a moment. Turning to hand it back to him. “I apologize for the tone and pressure I put on you that night. I truly mean that.”

Harry carefully took the map, looking it over. “This is..”

“It was a group project.” Remus remarked, slowly smirking and leaning closer. “And not for school.” He winked. 

Harry gave a watery chuckle. Sniffling and trying to dry his tears with his sleeve.

“Can't leave you alone with the boy for a moment, can I?” You sang in from the doorway. Harry snapped his gaze over to you and he gave a small relieved but delighted smile. “{Y/N}.”

“Harry.” You greeted him, waving your cast hand. “Twelve stitches. Ironic, innit?” You joked and he smiled softly. There was a bit of silence between you two, as Remus was the first to speak. 

“I will be at the entrance, waiting for you.” He mused against your temple, handing you the daily prophet with a cheeky smirk. Kissing your eyebrow before he walked out of the room. You looked down at it and gave a breath of relief. “Just in time. Seems I am a living witch again.”

Harry nodded and slowly nodded down at his hands. He had so much he wanted to say, so much he wanted to do, so much he wanted. You just smiled at him, and that warm feeling he would get when Mrs. Weasly looked at him, how he felt with his mothers memory, but it felt so real. With Lily, he wasn't sure if they were truly his memories. With Mrs. Weasly, he felt like it was meant for him but for her kids. With you, he knew you weren't looking at anyone else. For anyone else. You looked at him, not through, like Sirius would do, or like Remus would. He knew they needed to heal. But you, you were a safety he wanted to know. 

“Harry?” You whispered out to him and stepped forward. “I heard Sirius offered you a place to stay, yes?” You whispered and Harry slowly nodded. 

“Well, do tell me if I am over stepping. But with him gone for the time being and, as I am sure you are aware, me being his counterpart.” You took in a breath and bit your lip. Thinking for a moment before you spoke slowly. “I have a home, me and Sirius bought it when we were very young. It's down in an old wizarding town in scotland.” You mused. “You don’t have to say yes now, but-”

“Merlin please.” Harry’s voice broke and you crumbled, hurrying over to gather the child in your arms. He hugged you tight and sniffled into your cloak. Closing your eyes tight and kissing his head. “I am here, I am here.” You whispered.

Harry didn't want to ever let go of you. And by your grip he knew you felt the same. Eventually, he calmed down, you rubbed his back and hummed softly. Harry finally choked out a question, sniffling. “You and Professor Lupin?”

“Hm?” You mumbled before you narrowed your eyes at him as he chuckled. “Oh, you cheek.” You teased and pinched his side, making him giggle. 

“To answer your question, no. He is a dear friend, but he will be staying with us for a while. I made him a promise when he was younger that I plan to keep. Also, I can bully him into my menial tasks.” You mused and flashed your bundled arm. He smiled the brightest smile he had ever given you. You melted. “I promise, Harry. I’ll look after you.”

[anizscheri]

"Laying low at Lupin's" but since after "TPoA" Remus had to get registered, so he has to stay home and take wolfbane on a full moon. Sirius would offer to "supervise" him. Having his human mind in this unwelcomed body, he would want some peace, to not think about how they could be running in some magical forest, chasing rabbits. So Sirius would read out loud for him to make everything more bearable.

I'm learning to animate so don't be mean, I can see the mistakes. I just don't know how to fix them yet.

[yourenotdyllanthomas]

girls don't want flowers. they want you to watch tpoa with them while they talk through the whole movie, explaining the marauders lore.

[the-lavender-clown]

Caught ya

Anyway new TPOA chapter!!

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HP&TPOA vs S&S

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***Snowed In***

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Two one-shots in the span of eight days. I'm on a roll! This is part two of my 200-follower special. Okay, I'm off to work on chapter 14 of TPOAS.

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Paring: Goku X F Reader

Rating: Matureish (contains sexual themes)

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Agreeing to do this favor for Bulma may be one of your worst decisions yet. The security alarm for one of Capsule Corp's units in the countryside has been going off for the past few days. Since Bulma and her father have been so busy recently, they haven't had time to check it out. While you were helping Bulma work on her most recent project, you jumped at the chance to get the hell out of there. When Bulma can't figure things out quickly, she gets frustrated, and yells, a lot. And it's usually directed at the person who happens to be in her vicinity. And unfortunately, today, that's you.

While discussing the details of your trip, Goku walks into the room, muttering something about how Vegeta broke their gravity chamber... again. That only seems to make Bulma angrier. You didn't even think that was possible. In an attempt to calm her down, Goku speaks up. He's been dealing with Bulma's temper for much longer than you have. "So what are you guys doing here anyway?"

"There's an issue with one of our capsules. The security alarm keeps going off. So Y/N is going to check it out for me. No big deal." She places her hands on her hips, glaring at Goku before he can even speak. "And don't even think about asking me to fix the gravity chamber!" 

"What?" Goku furrows his brows at her, his eyes widening. You're not surprised. Telling Goku, he can't train is like telling a normal person they can't breathe.  

"I won't be able to do that for weeks. I'm really busy with 

work. Which is something you'd understand if you ever actually got a job! So you and Vegeta are just going to have to deal!"

"That's not what I meant. You're sending Y/N? Alone? Isn't that kinda dangerous?"

"What's that supposed to mean?" You cross your arms, narrowing your eyes at him.

"It's just that you're human... and kinda weak... you haven't trained in years. What if there's someone bad there... someone like Frieza?"

"Goku." You sigh. "Frieza has been dead for years now."

"I said someone like Frieza. What if there's someone bad there? What if you get hurt?"

"Goku! It's probably just a mouse or something!" Bulma shouts. "Besides. Y/N is strong and capable. I'm sure she can handle it."

"But what if..." Before he can even finish his sentence, Bulma cuts him off. 

"No! Don't even think about it!"

"Please! I'd feel a lot better if I could go with her. Plus, there's nothing to do here anyway. I'd be so bored. Come on, Bulma."

"Bulma." You groan. "Just let him come along. Plus, that would get one Saiyan out of your hair while you work. And you know Goku, he'd just come anyway." Even the hypothetical possibility of a battle is enough for Goku to want to tag along. You're not even surprised.

"Fine. But you have to keep an eye on him at all times. There are a lot of prototypes there. And I don't want him breaking anything." She turns to Goku. "You hear that! You're not allowed to touch anything!"

"Ya, Bulma, I got it." He nods.

You and Goku head off in opposite directions so you can pack for the journey. You'll only be gone for a few hours, so you don't need much. You've learned that it's best to be prepared. Once you're done packing, Goku meets you at your place. 

"I know you don't like instant transmission. But can't I just fly us there instead?" 

"Absolutely not." 

"Aww, come on. Why not?" He pouts.

"Because the last time you dropped me!"

"I caught you, didn't I?"

"Just before I almost got crushed to death!" You glare at him. "We're taking my car. If you don't like it, then you don't have to come."

Goku sighs. Fiddling with his hands. "Fine." He grabs your bag, placing it in the trunk of your car. While he's doing that, you hop into the driver's seat, waiting for him to finish. Goku moves into the passenger seat, putting his seat belt on. "So, how long is this going to take?"

"Around Three hours."

"Three hours!" He roars. "We could get this done in minutes if you'd just..." He stops speaking when he meets your deadly gaze. "Uhm... this is good too." 

The drive was as terrible as you thought it would be. A young child would have behaved better than the Saiyan. You lost count of how many times he asked you the infamous phrase, "are we there yet?" And everything only got worse when you got to your destination. Much to Goku's disappointment, there was no real threat at the capsule. There wasn't even a mouse, just a minor malfunction with the security system.

By the time you finished fixing the security system and Goku did one final sweep of the capsule, it was already dark out. You didn't think everything would take this long. While you are distracted, Goku walks up behind you. "You ready to go?"

"Goku!" You yelp. "Don't sneak up on me like that!"

"Sorry," He holds up his hands. "I forgot how jumpy you are." He chuckles to himself, only adding to your irritation.      

"I am not jumpy!" You snarl.

"Whatever you say, Y/N." He picks up your bag, but you grab his shoulder before he can take it anywhere.

"Wait!" He turns back around, a look of concern appearing on his features. "I- I don't like driving in the dark." You mutter inaudibly. 

"What did you say?" Great. You're going to have to repeat it.

"I don't like driving at night!" Your face flushes. You thought it would be light out by the time you left. You definitely underestimated how long this would take.

"Oh," He presses his lips together. This puts both of you in a predicament. Goku doesn't have his license, so he can't take the wheel. Instant transmission makes you nauseous, and flying is out of the question. So you're stuck. "Well, we can just crash here for the night. When I was a kid, I used to sleep on the floor at Master Roshi's place. So this shouldn't be too different." This is one of the many things you love about Goku. You've never met a man as sweet and caring as he is. Sure, he can be a bit of an airhead... but he's a loveable airhead.

Morning comes before you know it. You can't believe how fast you fell asleep on the hard floor. You may have felt uncomfortable, but you've never felt so safe in your life. Goku's presence alone is enough to put your mind at ease. You wake up first, rubbing your eyes, still half asleep. You stretch, slowly getting up. You pack up your stuff, shoving everything in your bag. Knowing Goku and how impatient he can get, it's best to have everything done before he gets up. To save your sanity. 

You should probably put your bag in the car too. One less thing to worry about. You place your bag over your shoulders. Heading straight for the door. You open the door only to find a wall of snow. "Fuck!" You scream, slamming the door shut before any snow can get in. How the hell did you sleep through a snowstorm so massive that it was able to cover the entrance of the capsule.  

"What's wrong?" Goku instantly appears behind you, furrowing his brows.

"We're trapped. That's what's wrong! It wasn't even supposed to snow, and now we're practically buried in it." Goku pushes past you, opening the door himself. Once his eyes land on the wall of snow, he swiftly shuts the door. 

"Oh, that's no big deal. I'll just power up and melt the snow." He begins screaming, but before he can transform, you stop him.

"No!" You shout, using all your strength to subdue the Saiyan, throwing him to the ground.

"Ouch." He wines, rubbing the back of his head, which may have hit the ground a bit too hard. "What did you do that for?"

"I'm a big fan of living, Goku. I'd like to not die. Unlike you, I'm not an alien from another planet who could survive a building collapsing on me!"

"But I'll be suuuuper careful." He's practically begging you. It's been so long since you've spent one-on-one time with Goku that you forgot how insane he is.

"It's not happening, Goku! End of story." You pull out your phone, praying that you have service. Shit. No bars. You move through the capsule, desperately searching for at least one bar of service. No dice. The massive snowstorm must be interfering with the cellphone towers. Maybe you'll have better luck if you can get to higher ground? But how can you do that while confined to the capsule house? Your gaze shifts to Goku, and it finally clicks. "Give me a boost." He stares at you in confusion before complying. He picks you up, placing you on his shoulders. He puts his hands on your ankles to keep you balanced. "Come on." You mutter to yourself, sticking your phone further out.

You finally get a ghost of a signal. "Goku, a little more to the right." He awkwardly stumbles, following your directions. For the world's strongest fighter, he really lacks coordination. "Got it!" You cheer, almost dropping your phone onto the ground. You quickly dial Bulma's number before you lose the signal. After a few rings, she finally picks up. 

"What's up, Y/N?"

"Bulma!" You shriek. Most likely puncturing the unsuspecting woman's eardrums.

"Woah! What's wrong?"

"We're trapped in your damn capsule. Get us the hell out of here!"

"What are you still doing there, anyway?"

"T-That doesn't matter."

"Oh... did you and Goku Finally..." Damn her. Over the years, your feelings for Goku haven't been entirely platonic. And Bulma's very aware of your feelings for your childhood friend. She's always making some side comment that flies over Goku's head. It's one of the times you're glad that the Saiyan is as naive as he is. 

"Bulma!" Your cheeks flush.

"What's she saying?" Goku's ears perk up, looking up at you. 

"N- nothing important. Bulma, come on, be serious. There's a ten-foot wall of snow outside of the door."

"The earliest I can get down there is in a few hours. I'm swamped. And also really in the zone."

"But Bulma!"

"Hang in there. And good luck. You're going to need it." Before you can yell at her anymore, she abruptly hangs up.

"Damn it." You mutter to yourself. "Goku... can you Uhm... put me down, please."

"Ya, sure." He grabs your waist, pulling you down to the floor like you're weightless. "So, is she coming?"

You shake your head. "She said the soonest she could leave is in a few hours. And knowing Bulma, it's gonna be much longer than that. It finally sinks in. You're going to be trapped here. Alone. With Goku. For hours. In the past, you've only been able to handle Goku in short bursts. He's one of your best friends, but he can be a little much. Okay... more like a lot much. 

"Well, there has to be something we can do in the meantime. We could spar!"

You chuckle in disbelief. "Goku, my sparring days are long over. They've been that way for years." Like many of your other friends, you retired from fighting seriously. With your human strength, there's no way you could ever keep up with those insane Saiyans.

The two of you end up sitting in silence. It's very unnerving. You didn't think Goku could ever be this quiet. After a while, it's Goku who breaks the silence. "Hey, Y/N.'' You answer with a mumble of acknowledgement. "I've been thinking a lot about something Vegeta said to me.... about you."

"What about me?" You scowl. Knowing Vegeta, it's definitely not something good. Probably one of his offhand sexist comments.

"It's... it's nothing bad!" He stutters out. "It's just---"

"Spit it out, Goku!"   

"Okay! He said that you have feelings for me. Isn't that so crazy? And that's exactly what I told him too. But--- why are you looking at me like that?" You cannot move your gaze off him as your mouth hangs open. Vegeta! Vegeta, of all people! The man who cares about nothing but himself knows about your feelings for Goku. Are you that obvious? Does everyone know? Is this what having a panic attack feels like? "It--- It is crazy, right?" His voice is uncharacteristically soft, becoming quieter with every word. "Y/N... say something." His lips contort into his classic pout, the same expression you can never seem to say no to. No matter how absurd his request is. "Please." 

"Y- You know how Vegeta is. He was probably trying to get under your skin." You lie through your teeth, hoping he'll fall for it. Your face feels like it's burst into flames. You have to be blushing. Maybe Goku won't notice... or he'll think you're sick like the last time he got too close. 

"Oh," He clicks his tongue on the roof of his mouth, almost as if he's disappointed. "Ya, that makes sense. Man, do I feel stupid. We've known each other practically our whole lives. Of course, you don't see me that way." He rubs the back of his neck, chuckling awkwardly. "I guess he just knows how I feel about you... and he was trying to throw me off my game. That's a dirty trick... even for Vegeta."

Now you're sure you didn't have a panic attack before. Because you're definitely having one now. Did Goku just admit that he has feelings for you? You place a hand on your chest to try and calm down the rapid thumping of your heart. "You... You have... feelings... for me?" You're barely able to choke it out. You've imagined this moment so many times in your head. And that's all you can say? 

"Well, ya." He nods. "Of course I do. You're always here for me... and you smell good."

"Oh, that's all?"

"No!" He lowers his voice, his face flushing. "There are lots of reasons. I don't think I could name them all... even if I tried." 

"How--- How long have you felt like this?"

"I don't know." He runs a hand through his wild raven hair. "I've kinda always felt like this. Even when we were kids." This has to be a dream. You must still be sleeping. You pinch yourself on the arm, yelping in pain after you do. Nope. Not a dream. This is very real. 

"Goku---" Your voice cracks. You have no idea what to say. You want to tell him how you feel. But you physically can't. Why can't you just tell him that you feel the same way? 

"You don't have to say anything. We can just forget all about this, okay?" No! You don't want that. He likes you, and you like him. This should be easy, but for some reason, everything is more complicated than ever. If you can't tell him, then you will have to show him instead. But how can you do that?

You take a deep breath, gulping nervously. You can do this, Y/N. He likes you, too. He's not going to freak out or push you away. You stand up from your spot on the ground, slowly making your way toward Goku. "Can you stand up?" His brows raise, but he follows your lead anyway, standing up as you come even closer to him. You don't utter another word, leaning into him. You press your lips against his and feel all your fears melt away. You're filled with this sense of ease, one that you've never felt before.

Goku, on the other hand, is freaking out. Okay, freaking out is putting it lightly. The poor man is losing his shit, staring at you like a gaping fish. For once, it's his turn to be nervous. He finds himself unable to move. He can't even move his lips to reciprocate your kiss. After only a moment, which felt like an eternity for Goku, you pull away from him. Glancing shyly at the ground. "Was that okay?" You finally gain the courage to glance back up at him.

"Was that okay?" He repeats what you just asked him in disbelief. You assume that was rhetorical. He places a hand on his lips, still feeling your warmth. "Goku, are you---" Before you can even finish your sentence, his lips are on yours. His hands move onto your sides, slowly moving them up and down. The kiss quickly grows from sweet to passionate. He nips on your bottom lip, enticing a moan from you. The noise alone sets something off in him. He grabs your hips before lowly whispering. It almost sounds like a growl. "Jump." You follow his instructions, wrapping your legs around his torso. He pushes you against the wall, knocking over a table in the process. Both of you barely notice the commotion, being too lost in each other's bodies. You feel the cold metal hit your back before Goku's tongue snakes its way into your mouth. He deepens the kiss exploring the entirety of your mouth. He presses his body against yours, and you can feel his hardness.  

Before the kiss escalates any further, you pull away for air, finally noticing the damage you've caused. "Oh, shit! Bulma's going to kill us!" Your eyes land on the prototype for Capsule Corp's newest machine. The very same one they're planning on showing off at their convention this weekend. It's a vast improvement from the previous model. You move away from Goku, going closer to the mess you've made. Some of the core parts are still together. That's good. It'll make the repair process much simpler. 

"Can you fix it?" You nod, turning away, leaning down to pick up some of the pieces. You gasp, your grip tightening on the parts in your hand as Goku wraps his arms around you, pressing himself against you.

"Goku!" You wine.

"What? You're super smart, so you'll be able to put it back together quick. Besides, like you said, Bulma's not going to be here for hours. We've got time." He presses his lips against your neck, trailing light kisses along your neck.

"Goku. We can't do this now. Work now... play later."

"Please." He whimpers in your ear. Even though you can't see him, you know he's giving you his classic expression, the same one you never seem to be able to refuse. His attention moves back to your neck, moving on from light pecks to nipping at your soft flesh. 

You finally give in when he finds that one spot, throwing your head back with a moan. You pull away from him, and before he can voice his displeasure, you slam your lips back onto his. 

You lose all sense of time. There's only one thing you can focus on, and that's Goku. You honestly feel kinda stupid. You two could've been together this whole time.

You don't even notice the front door open. "Guys, I was able to get her a little----" She shrieks in glee. But her giddy yell quickly turns into a horrified shriek. "What the hell did you idiots do?" You pull away from each other with identical expressions of alarm. "You two couldn't keep your paws off each other long enough to fix this!"

"We didn't think you'd get here so soon. You usually take a really long time. Like ridiculously long. Seriously, what do you do all day?" You smack Goku upside the head, causing him to yelp in pain. "Heyyy. That hurt." He rubs the back of his head.

"Come on, Y/N. You're helping me fix this." Before you can walk away from Goku, he scoops you up in his arms.

"Bye, Bulma. I need to borrow Y/N for a sec. I promise I'll bring her back to help you later."

"Goku, what the hell?" You yell as he presses a hand to his forehead, teleporting you to his house. The second you arrive in his room, you jump out of his arms. "You know I don't like that!

"Hey, I just got us out of trouble." You could be a bit nicer to me, you know." He pouts

"No! You just avoided it for now!" You place a hand on your hip, shooting him a knowing look. "Have you ever met Bulma? She's going to kill us." 

"But now we can be alone. And we were kinda in the middle of something before Bulma came in." He walks closer to you, throwing his arms around your body. You melt into his strong embrace. 

"B- but my car." This is bad. You're starting to run out of excuses.

"We'll get it later. Besides, the tires are probably stuck in the snow." He pushes you down onto his bed. Now he's hovering above you. You stare into his eyes as he flashes you his infamous pout. You're so weak when it comes to him. 

"I can never say no to you when you look at me like that."

"Ya, I know. That's why I do it all the time." You glare at him. Maybe he isn't as naive as you thought. He leans down, kissing the frown off your face. You can deal with the consequences later. Right now, you just want to focus on Goku. And you have a feeling that he feels the same way about you.

[starchasersunseeker]

When I read fanfics that include it, I don't picture what we saw in the movies - like at all, so I'm curious...

Please reblog for a bigger sample size

[def-not-kaz-brekker]

AFTER *THAT* FULL MOON OF 1994 (hp & tpoa):

*in dumbledores office*

“He was innocent.” Disbelief. “He was innocent!” Angry now. “HE. WAS. INNOCENT!” Accusatory. “YOU LET HIM ROT IN THERE FOR TWELVE MOTHERFUCKING YEARS, AND HE WAD INNOCENT!” Remus Lupin turned around, furious.

Dumbledore, calm and impassive as ever, said,“Professor Lupin, I didn’t know—“

But Remus wasn’t done. He stormed to the front of the desk, tears running down his face, and he shouted, “They could’ve given him Veritaserum at the trial, YOU COULDVE INTERVENED! You could’ve gotten him OUT OF THERE! You— YOU were the one who told me to let it go. I WOULDVE GOTTEN HIM OUT OF THERE!” His voice cracked and he had to look out the window for a second in order not to break down.

“Let us not dwell on the past, but—“ Dumbledore started, attempting once again to calm Remus down, but it only served as trigger for Remus. The werewolf glared fiercely at the elderly Professor.

“No, you listen here, you— you inconsiderate bastard— I don’t give a flying FUCK about your GODDAMN PROPHECY and the fact that you’d rather let an innocent man go into Azkaban— AZKABAN!— than inconvenience yourself more than necessary! You let them break him. You let them destroy him!” He started pacing around the office.

“Professor Lupin—“ Dumbledore tried.

“FUCK OFF! YOU LET EVERYONE DIE! YOU— YOU DESTROYED—“ Remus’ voice cracked once again. Tears were flowing at an astonishing rate from his usually warm and gentle brown eyes. Now, those eyes were filled with tears and hate. He took a breath to steady himself for a moment. “The parents will know I’m a werewolf. They won’t want me here. I resign.”

Dumbledore stood. “We’d be more than happy to have you here another year, the parents—“

Remus glared. “No. Fuck. You. Goodbye.” And he left.

(Inspired by a post by @/brothersblack)

[icarus-last-fall]

okay look ik tpoa was the gayest book/movie in hp but you’ve gotta admit tgof was pretty gay too

[jakervangelical]

Some illustration concepts for a college project

These are based on my current writing project ‘The Purpose of a Hunting Dog’ which I’ve mentioned on here previously!

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[uupiic]

Oh it IS.

For me, it was mostly the family, and their friends. Nothing makes you shut up about special interests like being told to stop blabbing about ''that shit'' and being mocked about taking changes in daily routine (very often regarding said special interests) harshly :) Or being mocked for liking the wrong thing :) Or your mother asking her half-baked psychologist friend and her drunkard friend (not the same friend, thank the fucking gods) advice on "how to stop her from doing that, so she'll be normal" :)

Somebody actually threw one of my HP books (that was long before the whole... *gestures at the whole naziterf shitshow*) because reading was cringe. Not HP (that one was actually cool), but specifically reading. Yeah. An adult. Threw a kid's book. Across the room. Because what fucking nerd likes reading, am I right, y'all?! (I still remember it was TPoA btw; had a biiiig hyperfixation on that book for some reason IDK either)

I have yet to get to the part where I can google that stuff in peace, tho, you're way ahead of me there. (I also suspect this is why it's hard for me to put character names down when writing fanfic)

[the-lavender-clown]

Me: *brainstorming how to have certain things pan out in the next chapter of TPOA*

My brain: shoot Donnie

Me: wha-

My brain: in the arm

Me: ….

My brain: but like just a graze. He can suffer more later