#i forgot my own tags but whatever

[dizzybizz]

page of him, colored and not cus i love the lines as they are teehee

[plaguethewaters]

@lmanburgseulogy my hand was forced. lmancrew uno night

[c0ffinrehearsal]

speaking of devouring fics where sirius' gender has been trans-ed, do you have any recs?? i know some people don't like to recommend fics so feel free to ignore if that's your vibe!

yes, i do have recs for this! here are a few off the top of my head, in no particular order:

honey sweet by @vajazzly

explicit - ft. city boy sirus who is down bad for the beekeeper with horrible fashion sense (but he’s good with this hands)

gathering home by @quietlemonhush

explicit - sirius raising regulus & harry after literally burning down his family home, remus is reg’s teacher. heavy themes but overall very funny & sweet & tender.

suffer for the people - orphan account

remus is regulus’s camp counselor, has lil bit of a meltdown and asks for his brother who comes to visit to calm him down. feelings occur. sooo cute & comforting, very fluffy.

our destiny in the stars - orphan account

explicit - remus is insecure about his (plus size, disabled) body and decides to try online dating where matches can’t see what the other person looks like. he meets sirius (trans, a teacher) and they uh - hit it off. this fic makes me smile so damn big. it’s just - it’s a classic, i’ve read it a million times.

whatever words i say - orphan account

sirius can’t stop acting out and it’s stressing out the rest of his band, so lily hires remus to keep an eye on him. obviously, they fall in love. a sweet lil band au.

a fool and his money - orphan account

explicit - chronically ill remus is roommates with regulus, meets his rich older brother and agrees to an arrangement: pretend to date sirius, show up with him to events - in exchange for money. y’all can guess where this is going and it’s so good. love a good sugar daddy/fake dating fic.

abyss by @titstraction

explicit - highschool au, remus & sirius are both on the track team and can’t seem to the same page. this fic is - so good. it’s very much a comfort read for me, but there are some heavy themes and transphobic jokes. this fic will hurt your feelings but it will also make you giggle and kick your feet and scream into your pillow.

have time to grow by queer_and_trashy

explicit - queer professor & amateur poet remus meets trans professional poet sirius - they try to get their shit together. hot & sweet and just, deeply deeply gay.

the entire rock n’ pole verse by @jennandblitz and fivepips

explicit - ace rock climber remus meets genderfluid dancer (mainly pole) sirius. this ‘verse is huge, there’s literally millions of words of it and y’all - i’ve read all of it. incredible ace representation, and overall just very sweet and sappy. mild angst, but everyone is in love & has a happy ending so don’t worry!

living like we’re renegades - orphan account

explicit - cheerleader sirius + journalist remus = everything i’ve ever wanted. i loooove this sirius so much they’re so gender.

the prettiest star ‘verse by raging_queer

tattoo artist sirius meets single dad remus - actually, sirius meets his child, teddy. sweet bonding with teddy looking up to Elder Queer sirius. very fluffy and comforting.

staying strangers by 3amandcounting

the texting fic, my fave of all-time. genderfluid sirius & demisexual remus. if there is one fic out there that will just make you want to open a window and yell about it to the other townsfolk - it’s this one. idek how to explain it, it’s just - it’s perfect.

also most of my fic features trans sirius, my masterlist is pinned!

disclaimer: this list is non-exhaustive, i know i’ve forgotten some, and i will be updating this tomorrow when i’m not half-asleep. and y’all, please reply with your fave trans sirius fics bc i want to read them all!!

[vaguely-humanoid-form]

he's such a loser I hate him

[azalettuce]

in essence, we are reconciled to reconcile

a/n : took place before vol. 16 omake where evil eye helped aira reconcile with her friends. look it up for the context

Saying this may sound funny, but Jiji actually found it fun to converse with Evil Eye in his mind.

It’s like talking to a child, though he supposed it made sense because he was a child. Now without the Briefs constantly screaming in his head (that’s what he said), Evil Eye became reasonable to talk to. And thanks to his chi training, he was able to control how much of the youkai’s consciousness he wanted to channel out. At times when he was himself, Jiji would relax his chi and allow Evil Eye to experience what he experienced through his senses. When Evil Eye took over his body (sometimes it’s just inevitable), he’s able to keep his own consciousness awake too (as long as he didn’t pass out first). Now, whatever he saw, he touched, he tasted, he shared it with Evil Eye.

Being a child in origin and at heart, the youkai was naturally curious at anything and everything, and his reactions were pretty entertaining to watch. Boarding a train made him squee in wonder. Tasting yummy food got him all jumpy, demanding for more—Jiji had to calm him down by saying there were more yummy things to taste and they could eat it next time. Watching a soccer match excited him like no other, despite not understanding the rules.

At this point, Jiji has gotten used to having the youkai asking questions, but there were still times his questions caught him off-guard.

‘Hey,’ the youkai called one day during class in his mind. ‘Why does she always wander around during break time?’

Jiji lifted one eyebrow at his question. ‘She? Who’s she?’

‘The pink girl.’

Pink… ‘You mean Aira?’

‘Yes, the girl who looks like she has money.’

He couldn’t help a snort, earning him a weird look from his classmates. Thank goodness the teacher didn’t hear him! He glanced to his left; Momo looked unfazed, too. She probably knew it’s because he’s having an internal conversation with the youkai. ‘She does look like a rich lady.’

‘Yeah? But she kicked me when I said that. I thought it’s a good thing to have money.’

‘Well, you said that after you ordered her to buy you some juice. Of course she got mad at you.’ Jiji twirled his pencil, half-heartedly looking at the math formula written on the blackboard. ‘And it’s not a good compliment. Girls like to be complimented on their looks. Anyways, about Aira…’

Evil Eye waited patiently, as unthinkable as it was, for him to give an answer. Jiji put his chin on his hand, lower lip jutting out as he tried to remember what Momo had said to him before. It’s something he had asked her before, because Momo often searched all over the school for Aira during break time. ‘Momo said it’s her fault.’

‘What happened?’

‘I don’t know exactly. I don’t think Momo is lying, but I feel it’s not totally her fault. Like both sides did something wrong.’ He tapped his cheek with his forefinger. ‘I never see Aira in a good mood, so I never get a chance to ask her… Oh, actually, she’s in a good mood when she’s with Little Chiki.‘ Jiji couldn’t help but smile remembering how happy Aira always looked when she’s playing with the baby alien. It’s an interesting contrast compared to her usual mannerism. ‘She seems to really love kids.’

‘Why not ask her then?’

‘No way I interrupt her when she’s with him! That would be rude,’ he huffed internally. ‘And Aira doesn’t exactly… like me. I think? So it’s hard to ask.’ Tapping his pencil on his opened notes silently, Jiji said, ‘I didn’t know you care so much for Aira.’

‘She looks lonely,’ Evil Eye said. ‘I hate it.’

The youkai’s words struck a chord inside of Jiji. The Aira he knew was haughty and bossy, and she’s so invincible in his head. He thought her being alone was her choice —he never even considered that maybe it’s not, that maybe she was feeling lonely. Then again, she always had a high level of discipline in everything, including in presenting herself. How could he never thought of it before? Ironic how a youkai could be more susceptible to her emotions than him, a fellow human being.

He felt ashamed at himself now. Aira may not like him, but she’s still his friend. If he could, he wanted to help her. But then he needed to ask her, and that’s…

‘If you want to ask, just ask,’ Evil Eye said. His tone laced in confusion, silently asking, ‘Why are you hesitating?’

Jiji sighed at the youkai in his mind. ‘As I said, Aira doesn’t really like me.’ He slouched on his desk, chin digging deeper into his hand. ‘And besides…’ Glancing to his left, he caught a glimpse of his childhood friend, who was being equally unfocused —not because she had a supernatural talking in her head, but most likely because she’s thinking of their glasses-wearing friend next door. He forced himself to look away. ‘… I don’t like being rejected. Aira would 100 percent refuse to tell me.’

‘You’re weird,’ was Evil Eye’s immediate response. It hurt him much more than he expected. ‘I want to know. Switch places with me during break time.’

Chuckling, Jiji shrugged his shoulders in surrender. ‘Sure, I’ll buy some cold juice later,’ he said. What’s the harm? He doubted Aira would tell Evil Eye, but if by any chance she told him, then he would know, too. He’d think what he could do to help her after that. ‘Hopefully she’d tell you. Then maybe she’d look less sour all the time. She looks better smiling.’

‘Okay, I’ll tell her that.’

‘Wait, no, don’t!’

. . .

“Enjoji.”

Aira didn’t usually call him out when in school. In fact, she rarely called out on anyone from the gang. Usually it’s the other way around, like how Evil Eye had done the other day, when he (kind of forcefully) reconciled Aira’s friendship with her friends.

“Yeah?” Jiji stepped away from the vending machine, opening the hot coffee he had just bought. “What’s up?”

She looked at him with her mouth slightly jutted out and her eyebrows furrowed, like she had a grudge at him. It’s an adorable look on her, though.

Seconds passed without any words from her, just a staring contest between them, putting Jiji at a loss. By reflex, he stuck out his mouth and rolled his eyes toward his nose —his usual silly face —to break the silence.

Her veins popped out on her forehead, and she proceeded to kick the back of his leg.

“Ow! What gives, Aira?!”

“I’m trying to be serious!” she exclaimed, hands balled into fists.

“It’s getting awkward, okay? Why did you look at me like that? Did I do something wrong?”

Aira looked like she wanted to lash out more, but she took a deep breath instead, trying to calm herself down. “I want… to say thank you.”

“Huh?”

She exhaled a breath and straightened up her posture, looking him in the eyes. “Thank you,” she repeated, “for helping me make up with my friends.”

Jiji stared at her in surprise. He didn’t expect a thank you from her, but then he remembered this was how Aira had always been —looking forward never backward, speaking blatant truths when needed even though they could hurt, and owning up to her mistakes and learning from them. His perception of her was right —Shiratori Aira was a strong, admirable person.

But he’s not the one who deserved the gratitude.

Jiji had witnessed everything —how Evil Eye had persistently followed her, asked her friends about what had happened in the past, and made sure they reconciled with each other. The youkai took steps to help her, whereas his desire to help her was mere lip service, even though she was his friend. He never felt more shameful than ever in his life.

“You should say it to Evil Eye,” he said with a smile.

He’s the one who noticed your loneliness first.

I didn’t notice anything. Didn’t do anything. Didn’t even attempt anything to make you feel less lonely.

… I’m just a coward who claimed to be your friend.

Aira rolled her eyes. “It’s hard to talk to him. Just pass my message to him. Not that he’ll get it, anyway.” She cleared her throat and started to turn around. “Well, that’s all. I have to go now. See you.”

“Oh —“ Jiji unconsciously made a noise, catching her attention and prompting her to stop. Damn. He did have more things to say to her, but he didn’t intend to stop her from leaving. He’s still thinking whether he really needed to say it or not.

Unfortunately for him. the pink-haired girl in front him didn’t really have patience in her. Crossing her arms in front of him, Aira cocked her hips to the side. “Out with it, Enjoji. What is it?”

“Uh…” He scratched his head. “I suppose I want to say sorry.”

“Huh??” She made her no-nonsense face. “Whatever are you apologizing for?”

“For… letting you be alone? Not noticing you being lonely?”

She frowned at his words. “Moron. You never leave me alone, if anything. You, Momo, Takakura-kun…” Sighing, she casted her gaze downwards. “It’s my choice to be alone. And what do you mean by ‘not noticing’? I wasn’t feeling lonely in the first place. You don’t need to apologize.”

“O-oh, okay,” he said dumbly. Liar, he thought, but it’s useless to argue about that. She would keep on denying, and he would keep feeling otherwise.

Aira had already turned around to leave him when he remembered he has another thing he wanted to say. He quickly shouted, “Hey, Aira!”

Then he realized it’s his second time stopping her from leaving, so he understood the annoyance plastered on her face when she once again faced him, but her expression still made him flinch. Yikes, this girl really didn’t like him, did she?

“Can I…” he said, unsure, “… be your friend?”

The tension on her face noticeably lessened upon hearing his question, like she was caught off-guard by it. Well, it was kind of a weird question —but it’s important, at least to him, so he remembered to be a better friend to her.

But what if she said no?

That’s when he realized he was asking a question, not making a statement. What if after everything they had been through, she just considered him an acquaintance? Or a comrade —a fellow defender of the Earth, maybe, but not a friend? Oh, man. He knew she didn’t like him, but he personally likes Aira as a person It was his honest desire to be her friend. Ah, he should have said ‘I want to be your friend’ instead —!

Her soft snort took his mind out of its tangled thoughts. “Weirdo,” she said, her mouth lifted up and her eyes softened. “We’re friends already, dumbass.”

Jiji blinked. His mind turned clear instantly at her answer. A good chunk of weight was removed from his heart, and it was being replaced by a conviction to care for her better, for his friends better.

Oh, it felt so much lighter now.

“Yeah,” he laughed. “I suppose we already are.”

[aliusfrater]

re nick's post + his tags + my tags. i feel like although the parentification was definitely on dean especially re taking care of sam but there's a level of... mental abuse in the dynamics of his arguments with sam as well as how he treated leaving sam alone while he and dean hunted regarding the fact that sam and dean are his sons/children until john's actions become abuse. and dean definitely adopted/emulated/acted on behalf of it; suddenly sam was the one responsible for tacking the family back together despite john kicking him out or to dean, sam and john's arguing was also suddenly sam's responsibility to stop or end or upkeep a level of respect within despite the parent-child dynamic. this also feeds over into sam's guilt and forgiveness and faith complexes and it's also how the dynamic of sam choosing the winchester familial dynamic over anything else works. basic john-sam enjoyer lore, sure, but what's particularly interesting to me is that it's kind of similar to the way the sam vs sammy dichotomy works. sam is john's son that's infantilised and needs to be protected Until someone raises their voice vs sammy is dean's little brother that's infantalised and needs to be protected Until sam encroaches upon him

[genshin-projection]

i took a few liberties but... Sunday-inspired playlist!

some highlights:

master of the heavenly yard (off-vocal) (mothy/akuno-P)

portrait of the pirate F (hitoshizuku-p)

rock in god's shoe (sushi soucy)

worst case scenario (the hoosiers)

but never a key (dirt poor robins)

hello my old heart (the oh hellos)

rule #35 - microphone (fish in a birdcage)

into the unknown (over the garden wall)

collared (vane lily)

taixu (sasakure.uk , lasah)

ship in a bottle (fin)

a couple ender lilies OSTs

a few omori OSTs

a few hsr (penacony) OSTs

[kaslanist]

we'll forget that we forgot how to talk🥀

rare moment of releasing my gatekept au of my already gatekept yumeship into the general public :exploding_head: anyone fw this new type of ballroom dancing where we don't hold hands to symbolize that we never allowed ourselves to form a real connection

[mydictionary-yume]

Trying to learn a new drawing program and this is the best thing I’ve done in 2 weeks and it’s a fucking redraw of one of my fave mangas bajdhdj

Original image under cut!

[peridots-pixiwolf]

sketches from @mipexch 's whiteboard a couple days ago!!

also feat. a very small reference to @onlineviolence :]

[crebbyhermit]

[springlock-suits]

I like to hc that William has some memory issues

[none-tadashi-left-hiro]

I still don’t know what my exact take on angels egg is yet but I think I like it so far mainly because of the comfort of some dude off the shits exploring the concept of hoping and waiting for something in a way that isn’t just rewarded exactly how the character wants but yet it is rewarded nonetheless like it’s not just nihilism trying to be avant garde once again it’s just like actually this is the real perhaps tragic beauty of hope and how our relationship to truth works and whatever the fuck. Or however you need to interpret it have a nice day

[it-came-autumnally]

Girl.... what do you mean ending.... only a few lines ago you just said you're only eleven years old :')

[yellowflowerzzz]

im very much a beginner at sewing BUT i do think this turned out pretty charming despite all the flaws!!

[sophieswundergarten]

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