#lily is not a fucking compass

[danadiadea]

people who say "James matured because Lily married him" don't treat women as actual people

[benjaminallhope-fulltimemind]

If you openly throw in for a pedophile and rapist I have no sympathy that a random anon tells you to kys. What are you, a child? Suck it up. Is this your first day online, buttercup?

Reveal your idenity coward, shouldn't you be unafraid to publicly put forth your account when you codemn some you believe is a pedophile and rapist? Also telling people to kill themselves is wrong but it's kinda funny cause I was driven into having suicidal thoughts at a very young age so I've already experienced worse stuff than people telling me to kill myself online.

[hobbitwrangler]

if you were to tell me that Tigh would be finishing up season 2 more in my favour than Adama, i would not have believed you. what can i say; his alcoholism, chronic pessimism and willingness to commit election fraud have enchanted me

[crescenthistory]

Where Padfoot Lays His Head

Summary: Inspired by @thewriterghost's reblog of my last animagus!reader fic, this is just a sweet drabble of Whiskers comforting Padfoot:,)

Words: 1.7k

Warnings: not proofread, fem!reader, your marauders/animagus name is whiskers, walburga black, black family dynamics and trauma, vaguely implied abuse, sirius spiraling into self-loathing, platonic physical affection, romantic!regulus x reader but platonic!sirius x reader is the main focus, background platonic!moonwater

Note: this is based on the same reader from Feline Touches, Sweet Like Honey and Padfoot vs. Whiskers, sirius' beloved almost-sister-in-law that he has frequent (loving) sibling squabbles with

Sirius pretended he didn’t feel the humiliation burning through his veins from his friends’ worrying looks.

Stop looking at me, stop caring so sodding much.

His internal begging was all for naught; this was apparently what he signed up for when he strolled into the train compartment that housed the largest smile Hogwarts had ever seen and his pack of make-shift slightly-fucked-up-but-lovable friends.

Most days, Sirius was grateful to the bone for the family he had been able to assemble at Hogwarts, stretching from his boyfriend to his boyfriend’s childhood best friend to his biological brother and the boys that became his brothers. However, on days that Walburga Black, the hag to end all hags, sends him a Howler berating him for leaving home over the summer, few sentiments besides anger, self-loathing and isolation remained in the young boy’s body.

When he eventually stops reeling and wallowing, all this attention would make him feel warm once more, especially when he sees they didn’t stop showering him in it even as he retreated perhaps a bit rudely from it. Right now, though, it just kept the wound open and Sirius was sure the infection would kill him this time around.

He was sure of that every time.

It became evident quickly that he would not be able to get away from his friends. James was practically glued to his side from the moment he left the Great Hall after Walburga ruined everyone’s lunch. His brown eyes were so wide beneath his glasses and Sirius was sure he could almost see tears in them as he swung his arm around Sirius’ shoulders and kept telling jokes like his life depended on it. Remus was not much better. He had learned by now not to soften his touches when Sirius was in these moods – on the contrary, harsh, direct touches helped ground him – but his hands rarely left his being, as if he would fall apart without him. Even Lily tuned down her playful banter with him, swapping it for concerned questions and checking in on him throughout the day. Sirius loved them all, but he hated it.

Even Regulus showed him more compassion than normal, though he didn’t say much. His entire being seemed to radiate I get you, I understand more than anyone, because frankly he did. Even as hearing Walburga’s voice must have rattled Regulus too, he didn’t show it, instead holding space for Sirius, carrying what was supposed to be his burden.

Humiliating. 

All of which to say, Sirius did what Sirius does best; he ran from them all, in the one form none of them would be able to hold a conversation with him in.

Padfoot had turned out to be a blessing that way. Sirius picked up on it from you, who only ever was in your animagus form when you felt particularly well or horrifically poorly. Difficult to ask how a dog is feeling, yeah? 

He laid in front of the common room fireplace, stretched out in a position that showed he was ready to pounce should anyone try to pet him. Around him, his friends were cuddled up on the sofas and armchairs, chattering lowly amongst themselves and playing the occasional game of wizarding chess. Padfoot had his head placed on his front paws as his gaze flickered all over the room, unable to settle. His nerves always seemed to transform with him, manifesting as the most anxious dog Gryffindor had seen.

Perhaps the only one, but the sentiment remained.

Their stares were still on him, penetrating and with downturned frowns over their faces. Stop it, stop it, stop it. He couldn’t string too long sentences together in his dog brain – part of its fantastic appeal right now – but that sentiment remained steadfast.

You were sat in Regulus’ lap opposite the fireplace, murmuring something in his ear as you both intermittently looked at Padfoot. Your hands were playing with his hair, lips almost grazing his skin as you talked, even pressing the occasional kiss to his cheek, his jaw, his ear. Love. Padfoot loved love and he loved his little brother getting to experience it so wholly, even as he laid here, destroying the moment with the same misery that haunted any children raised by the Black family. He felt as if he was sucking the joy out of the room with his wallowing, yet he couldn’t stop himself.

Padfoot couldn’t help the low whine that escaped him at the darkness swirling around inside him. Upon fearing having to meet the gazes of anyone who caught the noise and see the goddamn sympathy and pity in them, he brought his paws up to cover his eyes, pathetically hiding within himself.

Bad, bad, bad, bad, bad.

In his internal chanting, he didn’t notice when the chatter died down a bit, nor did he see the glances exchanged. He felt the footsteps reverberating through the floorboards, suggesting somebody was walking away, but he didn’t register its true implications. Leave, was all he could think. Good, leave. Go.

What he did notice to its fullest extent was when a few moments later, soft fur collided with his own as something was rubbing against him.

A bit too quickly, almost too violently, Padfoot’s head snapped up from beneath his paws to see what this intrusion was – only to come face to face with a white-and-grey cat, blinking slowly at him. His mouth fell slightly open, and he thought a complaining bark may be on its way out, but then you – Whiskers – butted your head against the side of his neck, caressing him with your feline body.

The adventures of Whiskers and Padfoot were a running joke, especially one Remus and Regulus loved to team up to tell. Whether it was chasing each other around, hunting rats – preferably Wormtail, but any would do – and mice or playing with the house elves, you two loved to conduct mischief together in the one form you could never be properly caught in. There had been the occasion where you cuddle or pet one another, but it was rare and usually unspoken, attachment growing deeper and softer without either properly addressing it. 

So, this was not necessarily out of left field, but it surprised him nonetheless. He couldn’t say it wasn’t quite welcome, though.

You had started purring as you walked up and down his body where he was laid in front of the fire, soaking up the warmth he was bathed in and oddly calming the vibrating nerves within his own body. Whenever you reached his head, you bumped your snout against his, rubbing the space between your ears all over his face.

Cats are weird, Padfoot thought. Like it.

Mere minutes ago Sirius had been surveying his friends and his effect on them intently, digging himself deeper into his self-inflicted hole. Now, his attention was captured by the much smaller animal beside him, and he didn’t see how most conversation had stopped to witness the interaction. Lily and James looked at them in almost shocked awe, both having been snapped at and ran away from when they attempted to pet Padfoot themselves. Regulus and Remus, however, sat there with soft, knowing smiles – seeing the girl they loved most go for it with no fear and comforting their favourite dog. Remus would deny it to anyone who asked, but there were tears in his eyes.

The next time Whiskers came up beside his face, you stayed there, leaning yours against his. You laid your body down over the paws Padfoot had previously rested his own head on and made yourself comfortable in a position no one but a cat could possibly conjure up. From there, you began cleaning his fur like you were his personally-assigned cat mother, licking the strands in their correct direction. When his face was too far away, you lightly brought your paw up to his snout to bring him further towards you.

Despite being placed in front of a fire, warmth didn’t truly spread through Sirius before now. When he brought his head down, he laid it on top of you and let it rest there across your midsection, careful not to hurt you, as your upper body curled around his head. You continued cleaning up his fur as you purred loudly, easing the tension from Padfoot’s poor body.

A cuddle only animals could come up with, an embrace Sirius would deny anyone today, yet like this, it just worked.

When his eyes became heavy, Sirius let them fall. You continued your ministrations without hesitation, carefully and slowly tending to Sirius face, only stopping occasionally to nuzzle your forehead further into his fur and purr even louder. 

He didn’t quite fall asleep, he rarely did as Padfoot, too alert and awake in this form, but he let himself fall into a place of tranquillity. Walburga’s harsh words seemed almost funny in their anger now, and Sirius’ own spiral was becoming a thing of the past. 

Would he still be red-cheeked tomorrow and avoid his friends’ eyes for the first half of the day? Perhaps, but they would reel him into their arms and hearts regardless. Would he sputter and fall back into his evil cycle of thoughts if anyone brought this specific moment up? Without a doubt, but that’s why they would not, at least not before he settled. 

Padfoot was suddenly safe in the Gryffindor common room. He was safe with this warm weight over his paws and beneath his head, he was safe with love being quite literally carded into every strand of fur on his body. He was safe with the hearth behind him and his pack in front of him, quiet voices further lolling him further into a state of peace.

Padfoot was safe – maybe even loved.

Across the room, Remus and Regulus had gravitated further towards one another, as theirs were the only eyes who never left the scene of cat-dog-solidarity displayed before them. 

Regulus bumped into Remus’ arm with his elbow and whispered, “He doesn’t like cats, he says?” with a knowing smirk.

The other boy huffed a laugh at that, lips remaining softly upturned. “I believe he has an exception or two to that rule.”

[maxdibert]

Stripping someone against their will and exposing them in front of a crowd while suffocating them with the sole purpose of humiliating them through this forced exposure of their body (regardless of whether you take off their underwear or not) is a form of offense and sexual abuse. And I don’t give a shit about your life—I’m a criminal lawyer, you’re not going to explain to me what sexual abuse is and what it isn’t.

And just as I am a criminal lawyer, I’ll tell you that I have taken cases of people who have been in very, very, very dangerous gangs to defend them and help them reduce their sentences, but I never take cases of people who have committed any kind of sexual offense, because that is my red line.

So don’t bother defending James Potter because he disgusts me. A rich kid from an aristocratic class taking advantage of his economic and social power and his numerical superiority by having his friends target a half-blood boy with no financial resources or family or social support just to strip him in front of everyone? You have to be seriously messed up to justify that.

The difference between Severus Snape and James Potter is that Snaters have to make up canon, come up with terrible assumptions, and pull theories out of thin air to paint Severus as the ultimate villain, while those of us who despise James simply need to point out that someone who publicly strips another person is a piece of shit. Reality is harsh, folks.

[shewrites444]

pretty [ art donaldson x babysitter/age gap! reader smut ]

[ Hiii me popping up on here for the first time in forever lmao. I've been on a Challengers kick lately, let me know if I should write more on Art perhaps. :D ]

WC - 3.5k (unedited story, so apologies for any errors)

[ Summary - The reader and Art have been having an affair for the past few months after she became the Donaldsons' occasional babysitter. A lot of porn with a slight plot. ]

[ Warnings - Age gap (reader is college-aged, art is in his like mid-thirties), cursing, cheating/affair, oral (m&f receiving), dirty talk, tiny breeding kink mention, unprotected sex ]

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It's not like it mattered to Tashi, well, anymore, what her husband did in his free time. A year or so ago, when Art found out about Tashi and Patrick's on-going affair at their challenger, he felt crushed, defeated, sickened, all emotions jumbled into one component, knowing what his wife was doing behind closed doors since they were teenagers. No amount of "I love you's" could make her drawn closer to him, no amount of care, compassion.. nothing. I mean, it would only make sense that an affair that lasted over ten years, especially with his former best friend and teammate, would fundamentally fuck up their marriage.

Tashi tried to fix it, she really did, by cutting off all connections to Patrick, promising Art she'd be better for not only him, but their daughter, Lily, and the careers and finances they shared together. She knew all the logic behind an affair was unjustifiable, and it made sense to fix a marriage with someone who genuinely cared for her and the family, careers, and finances they created together.

Art stopped playing tennis that year, and like they had promised each other months before, decided to work on the foundation full time, and with newer responsibilities, came the need for a sitter that wasn't only one of their parents when Art had a game or two.

That's where you came into the picture.

You were an undergraduate student at NYU, about to graduate in the spring with a heavy need for any sort of finances to help you afford your rent the rest of the semester. Knowing that your niece was in class with Art and Tashi Donaldson's daughter, that set up a fairly easy connection to a potential babysitting gig. They were millionaires, hell, maybe even billionaires at this point, so you'd be bound to get a pretty solid paycheck.

You were in luck. They needed an occasional sitter on the weekends, and a handful of nights during the week, and given that they both knew your sister, you were already trusted. Easy money.

You got along with Lily pretty well, too. Not to mention the Donaldsons were kind to you as well, and the amount of money they gave you for watching their one daughter, who was pretty self-sufficient other than needing to have a bedtime story or two read to her each night, was fucking ridiculous. Not like you were rolling in dough, but they surely overpaid you. Not like that was a problem for either parties, though.

Overtime, you talked more to Art when Tashi was starting to have more meetings, interviews, and other miscellaneous tasks that required her attention as they expanded connections to the foundation. At first, it was a bit awkward, given that when babysitting, usually the dad was a bit more absent, or quiet, but he warmed up to you after a few nights. He'd ask you about how Lily was, even ask you about school, or what you wanted to do after graduation, pay you, and that was really it. It was simple, really, until it wasn't.

And here you were, months later, standing at the small kitchen island in your apartment, which was, frankly, a bit inhumane in size for an inhabitant, but it's New York City, and it's what you could afford, even on the Donaldson's payroll. You had a small salad bowl in front of you, sliding the grape tomatoes off the cutting board in your hand into the mixture, as no other than Art Donaldson stood next to you, the tongs in his hand as you handed him the bowl.

Playing house with a married 35-year-old man wasn't on your list of things to do this year, but it's not like you were complaining.

From an outside perspective, it felt wrong, but to you, it felt just right. It was cliche, and well, bad, being apart of an affair for a multi-millionaire last name, and a man that was married, with a whole family, but you tried not to think about it.

Did you love him? You had never been in love, so you didn't really know, but probably not, at least not yet. Did he love you? You didn't think so, but he definitely favored you more than his own wife, and you weren't even thinking that because of the situation, you genuinely knew he preferred you.

"You want me to put a show on?" Art asked softly, glancing down at you as you walked over to the kitchen, rinsing off the cutting board. His eyes averted to your ass, glancing at the sweat shorts that hugged your figure, before looking up to meet your eyes when you turned around.

You knew he checked you out, it's not like that came to a surprise. Art was sweet, really, but it's not like he wasn't a sexual man because he was older. If anything, that made his sex drive higher. You shrugged, sliding past him to open the fridge and grab the salad dressing. "Eh, I'm good with whatever."

You can hear him set the bowl down, and his free hand travel to the side of your waist, over the thick cotton of your sweatshirt, as you grin to yourself, shaking your head while you set the dressing on the counter. "Shouldn't we eat first?"

"Just missed you today." Art muttered, lightly turning you around to face him before giving your forehead a light peck. "Haven't seen you all week, pretty."

Your cheeks redden, and the familiar pit in your stomach follows directly after. Fuck. Art was older than you, yes, but an emotional man at the fact of it, but he was so fucking needy. He'd come see you, not even two or three days between, and act like it had been two months without contact. He'd lay his head on your chest, play with your fingers, tell you how much he missed you, all because you hadn't seen him in not even a week. From the outside, that probably looked pathetic, a married man, who had a wife and child at home, coming to a college-aged girl's apartment, not even the size of his bedroom, cuddling her like he was a teenager. It was fucking toxic, actually, but again, you tried not to think about that part of it.

"Well, why don't we eat, and then you can show me that you missed me later, hm? That okay?" You step back slightly to look up to him, reaching forward to cup his rose-tinted, pale cheeks. You lean up to kiss him, pulling away to slide out of his embrace, your eyes following the meal you had just made together.

Art was pouting, basically, as he frowned at the corner of his mouth, walking towards the other side of you and gently taking the tongs out of your hand. "I'd rather show you now. You can't tell me you don't want me to fuck you right here, sweetheart."

"Art." You purse your lips together, shooting him a glare. You could pretend to be annoyed all you want, but he knew you weren't aggravated with him. It's not like you didn't enjoy him fucking the shit out of you on your kitchen counter, or anywhere, matter of fact. He'd fuck you right in your car when he walked you out of his house after babysitting, he didn't give a fuck. He liked you a lot, way more than he should, even in the given scenario of an affair.

"What?" He tilted his head, looking down at you with that stupid cheeky-ass grin he'd always give you when he knew you were fibbing. You wanted him, obviously. Sometimes, he didn't know why you even pretended to act like you didn't want it right then and there.

Art really wasn't even the most dominating guy, but if that's what you wanted, he'd put on a fucking show. He'd bend you over and fuck the shit out of you if that's what you wanted him to do. He'd make it hurt, if that's what you wanted him to do. But again, he liked you, so he'd never actually hurt you.

You glance down between you, the obviously erection in his sweatpants pointing right at you. You look back up to him, that look of pure want on his face so obvious. You glance to your bedroom. You don't have to speak, he already knows, and he listens so fucking easily.

The chemistry between the two of you was a fucking pain sometimes. You'd be so wet when he'd do as much as touch your back, it would piss you off sometimes, and you would think that after fucking him for a few months now, that feeling of freshness would go away, but it didn't.

You'd do more than just fuck, too. If he wasn't such a public figure, he'd take you out on real date, probably try to pursue you in some way if he wasn't married, and just a more normal-status guy, but that wasn't the case. He would make efforts though, buy you flowers sometimes when he'd come over, order the two of you something to eat, whether it was Chinese takeout or a 5-star review restaurant steak, he didn't care. He just wanted to please you, the best he could. All the time.

Right now, his definition of pleasing you was gesturing for you to lay down on your twin-sized bed, and plant his face between your legs, eating your pussy until you were begging him to fuck you with something other than his tongue.

You wiggled yourself out of your shorts and underwear in one, Art assisting you by pulling them off your ankles and onto the wooden floor. He spread your knees apart, kneeling on the hard ground before his hot breath was planting kisses between your thighs, his eyes never leaving yours.

You gulp, averting your attention to his mouth. You watch him get closer, and you can only gasp when he latches onto your clit. You feel him move his hand onto your thighs, wrapping around them from the back and holding your sides, his pale, calloused hands digging into your skin. It didn't hurt though, not at all.

"Oh my god." Leaves your mouth without a single thought. Art knew exactly how to please you. "Art, you're gonna make me cum before you even fuck me."

He looked up to you, lips still pressed against your pussy, his eyes locked with yours for a moment, before he focused his attention to your body again. He didn't care. Guess that was the point.

You shake your head in disbelief, your back naturally arching as he pressed his tongue harder against you. God, you couldn't even imagine what it was going to be like when his cock was inside you, even though you'd slept together plenty of times before.

His tongue kept pace on your clit, as he moved one of his hands off your thigh and closer to your pussy, gently pushing his middle finger through your folds. Fucking hell, as if he couldn't make you more turned on.

"Art." His name rolled off your tongue. "You're gonna make me cum. I wanna finish with you."

He listened to you, and he obliged, despite how much he wanted you to cum now. Art slowly pulled his finger out of you, and his mouth away from you. He leaned up, motioning himself on top of you, before you moved your hands to lightly push him off.

"What's wrong?" He asked, almost immediately, his eyes dropping, almost disappointed. You knew his cock was aching to be inside you.

You lean up, your hands traveling to rest against the sides of his broad shoulders. "Here. Lay down."

Art wasn't going to fight that. He eagerly nodded at your request, your positions switching in seconds as he laid down on your bed. Your hands began to pull at the waistband on his sweats, and his underwear, sliding them off his body in one.

You weren't one for sucking cock, but with Art, you fucking adored it. You liked to watch him fall apart at just your mouth, knowing that he'd crumble once he fucked your pussy. You liked edging him to the point he was whining, begging, pleading to fuck you, or you to fuck him. Just depended on the day.

"You gonna suck my cock, pretty girl?" Art asked you, softly, a half-smile on his pink lips as he moved one of his hands to cup your cheek, his elbow propping his body up slightly. "Gonna let me fuck your mouth?"

"Mhm." You murmur, nodding as you move down to spit on his cock, wetting the tip before you peck a few kisses against his tip, glancing up at him as you laid on your stomach towards the end of your bed, front of your body aligned with his middle. "Gonna let you fuck my throat, Art."

Art's grin followed the rest of his lips, his cheeks dark red as his mouth hung open. He watched you lean down, his cock enveloped by your mouth. You had pretty, plump lips. Pretty and full lashes you'd bat when he fucked your throat. He could watch you suck him off all day. He could just be with you all day.

"You're so beautiful, [Y/N]. My pretty girl." He praised you, his hand still glued to your cheek, bits of spit against his thumb as you bobbed your head, his cock hard and full in your mouth. "Gonna let me fill your mouth up, hm? Or should I fill your pussy instead? What do you want, baby?"

It's not like you could answer the question. You keep sucking him off, looking up to his blue eyes, before you force him down your throat, muffling any sort of gag that your body desperately wanted to let out. You wanted him to know you could take his cock.

"God." He moaned, his eyes never leaving yours. He rubbed your cheek. "Your mouth feel so good, but I really wanna fuck you. Please, baby. I wanna cum in you. That pretty pussy, please."

It didn't take you much convincing to slide his cock out of your mouth and lay down on your bed. It made you feel embarrassed, desperate even, with how eager you were to have him stuff his cock inside you. Not like he judged you for that at all, just internal thoughts you'd have occasionally.

He sat up, his cock hard and straight, as his knees dug into the mattress. He took his shirt off in one pull, tossing it into the pile of your combined clothes before he moved you more towards the middle of the bed. He aimed his cock at your pussy, your legs spread wide for him, before he leaned forward, slowly pushing himself inside you, the both of you moaning at the raw feeling.

Art could be rough if you wanted him to, and you'd do the same for him, but typically, he savored the moment he entered you each and every time. He'd told you several times, that you were no where near in comparison to any woman he'd been with. No competition. You were it. In every way. Part of him wished he had met you earlier, maybe at Stanford or even grade-school. God, he would've worshipped you back then, all the way to now, and the future. You checked off all his boxes, physically, emotionally, sexually, everything. In a different narrative, he would've married you and had a life with you. Fuck tennis. Fuck everything. He'd rather whatever life he could've had with you.

"You feel so good, pretty. You always do." Art leaned down to press a hard kiss against your lips. He pecked your cheek, his lips moving to your ear. "I'm gonna fill that pussy. Gonna make you mine, baby, my sweet girl.. You want that? You like that?"

You nod, your mouth open as you moan, rather loudly as he picked his pace up the more he talked to you. "Y-Yes, baby, fuck yes, fill me up. You're so fucking sexy.. You fuck me so good, Art."

Art groaned at your response, moving his head back to align above yours, his overgrown curls bouncing with his movements, the bed squeaking underneath you. He'd let his hair grow out a bit more lately since you complemented it awhile back.

"Gonna fill this pussy, pretty girl. Gonna give you my cum." He muttered, almost to himself, as he looked between your bodies at what he could see, watching himself fill your hole. It was obvious you were fucking a former pro-athlete. He could fuck you for hours if he wanted to with the amount of stamina he had, regardless of his age. It was fucking hot, how much, and how long, he could fuck you.

You could feel your orgasm increasing the more he penetrated you, the more he pulled his cock nearly out of you and forcing it back inside you, sending jolts through your body. You were already overstimulated enough from just slower sex, him fucking you like a bunny was almost too much for you to take. Not like that was a bad thing though.

"Come on." You talk to him, watching between the two of you, too. "Make me cum, baby. I wanna finish with you, Art. Please, baby. Fuck me so good."

He nods, his body rocking against yours, your legs moving up to wrap around his hips, keeping him closer, and more inside you. You wanted him to fill all of you, not missing a drop of his cum. You wanted him to make you ache when you woke up tomorrow morning.

"Fuck." He groaned, moaning into your mouth as he kissed you, his tongue sliding against yours as he came inside you.

You felt your body jolt, finishing at the same time, as he filled your pussy up. It felt so good to be on the same level, the same energy, as him. So fucking good.

He gave it a few seconds before he pulled out of you, sitting back up, making sure he fucked your right. He rolled to the side before he pulled you closer to him, his hand running through your frizzy hair, kissing the side of your forehead.

You smirked, looking up to him, a small laugh leaving your lips. "What? You can't be shocked, we've had sex so many times I can't even count it at this point."

"I'm not shocked." Art laughed, playing with your hair as he looked up to the ceiling. "It just feels so different with you. You know how much I like you, [Y/N]. Just feels good is all."

"Hm." You watch him look up. You wanted to bring something else up, more emotional topics, but, as much as you knew he did fancy you, you didn't want to fuck up the moment. "Feels good to me, too." Is all you say in return.

Art looks down at you after a moment. "Yeah?" He grins, moving closer to you as he kisses your lips. "Good."

"Yeah." You return his kiss, slightly leaning up as you look to the door. "You wanna eat now? Got your energy out?"

Art shrugs, sitting up. He pecks your bare shoulder. "Maybe not. Maybe can let the rest of it out later."

"God, you're hornier than me." You scoff, pushing him off with a red face, laughing to yourself at the man before you. "Let's eat. I'm starving."

"Whatever you say." He smirks, clearly teasing you, before stepping out of the bed, grabbing his clothes and tossing yours to you.

And that was what was odd about you and Art. It was casual, but not in a hookup sense. Casual in the way that you could sit down and eat with him, make a meal with him, watch shows and movies together, like a normal couple. It drove you insane sometimes. He felt the same way, but how the hell could he tell you that, when he could never actually be with you? He'd have to mask it some type of way, and usually that was through sex. Not like he didn't enjoy it solely for sexual reasons, because, god, he enjoyed fucking you, but he also enjoyed you.

He watched you finish your plate as you sat on the sofa together. You were gorgeous, the perfect picture of the woman he'd want to be with for more than just this. But that was something you'd have to figure out later.

[ebenelephant]

thinking again about jk rowling being a bad writer. like, we all know about the massive flaws in her worldbuilding and i hope by now it's clear she's a bigot on basically every front. (hello, regular reminder that she doesn't even actually like women.) but like. she's especially good at dropping bits of lore and then those not being relevant in the fucking slightest. riddle was told to go home to his orphanage in london during what would have very much been the blitz? whatever. the weasley's are so strapped for cash that they're sending their son to school with a potentially dangerous broken wand? of course they're spending their lottery winnings on visiting their adult son in egypt, what else would they do. snape grew up in what was likely a dying northern industrial town with abusive/neglectful parents, largely cut off from the magical world? almost impressed you caught on to that, with how little it's expanded on. yes hermione has a supposedly good relationship with both her parents, no we're not going to show you it at all, yes she's going to wipe they're memories like it's nothing. lily evans is the moral compass of james and basically the most important person in the series but fuck you if you want to actually know anything about her lmao. even what little we see is wildly inconsistent.

[deceit-and-knowledge]

ooc: whilst sage and truthless have their gay awakenings

I am a creature. Golden cheese interaction/meeting but smilk can't stick to a fucking plan 😧

SUGGESTIVE WARNING (It's a freak for freak relationship what are you expecting?

TLDR: pure vanilla has a meeting with golden cheese about shadow milk, she's kinda against the relationship, shadow milk provides great reasons as to why her fears are correct 😭

ft art from blog owner himself. Note: he's an adult before I get those inbox messages. Secondly if some of the art seems poor quality it was like nearly 2 am when I finished the art for this so I was getting TIRED.

pv: ...I can't find him...ugh.. I hope he shows up.. *sits down at a long table, setted up for the meeting*

*sits at the table fidgeting in his chair due to discomfort from his wings*

gc: *walks in*

pv: ah! Um golden cheese cookie! Hello my friend..

gc: soo.. is it true?

pv: huh.. is what-

gc: *flings a hologram over to him that has the latest gossip and news to him, all major headlines discuss king pure vanilla cookie and his new girlfriend* is it true?

pv: golden cheese cookie.. i-

gc: is it..?

pv: ...well...yes and no.. that's why I wanted to meet with you..

Allow me to explain..

You know shadow milk cookie.. the beast of deceit... the one that helped me realise parts of my self I denied.. and helped me realise my true compassion for those around me.. and myself....

gc: yes.. I'm aware who that is..

pv: ...I am.. living with him, I took him into my care when he showed up on my doorstep.. desperate for friendship and forgiveness which I gave to him.. he doesn't wish to seek redemption or forgiveness from others but only I, he only cares to make me happy.. I hope it you understand that..

gc: he doesn't want to... Not be evil is what I'm getting..

pv: not quite, despite his denial of redemption in my care he's ironically become softer and kind. He lies less and is more truthful.. like I've rubbed off on him!

gc: it seems he's done the same to you.. *addresses pvs eye hair, wings, halo, slit eyes and clearly visible fangs*

pv: a-ah.. well... you see um the hair and facial changes I cannot explain.. we did briefly share a soul back in beast yeast....I assume it occured then..

But the wings and halo are a much different tale.. a hard to explain one... But it's not bothersome!

gc: so you and shadow milk cookie live together and are friends.. if the news serves me right, you are more than "just friends"..

pv: ....y...yes... Mistress condensed cream cookie is shadow milk cookie.. she is my girlfriend...and he is my boyfriend.. he gave me a heart felt talk as he asked me out..

That kiss at the jampie diner in the cremé republic was our first proper kiss I did out of sheer jealousy and craving to claim him as mine...

Which is embarrassingly out of character for me.. I didn't intend to make "us" so accidentally public.. it's too late to go back now.. I'm sorry you had to find out this way.. I wanted to tell you sooner but I was afraid of your reaction.. I was... terrified to lose you.. you reacted badly over white lily cookie which I understood.. I am quick to forgive that's a flaw of mine, I'm aware of.

However my forgiveness is what lead to me being with the man I genuinely love and desire..

gc: mhm.. but are you sure he loves you. He could be very well just using you for your soul jam or even... your body..

pv: golden cheese cookie- why.. would you suggest that..

gc: you have to admit pure vanilla cookie, you're an attractive man. But most cookies who go for looks only want one thing..

pv: I can assure you he does not care for looks.. I understand you're worried and clearly don't approve of our relationship but he makes me feel happy, he fills a void white lily cookie couldn't..

I'm not forcing you to approve of us, you really don't need to, but don't expect me to communicate much with you.. I don't need my boyfriend to feel immense tension if he dares to exist near you. I love him and I love you, you're my great friend and ally. You both mean alot to me but I've spent many more years with one of you and you're not it..

The love and understanding we have is different and incomparable to any other cookie I've met. It's special and feels amazing.. I feel warm and fuzzy inside just thinking about it...

Really..wa..rm..

...h-huh

...wh..what..why do I suddenly feel...so..str..mmh..!

gc: are you okay pure vanilla cookie..?

pv: ah..haah.. *panting* ...i.. I'm alright! My wings are just awfully sensitive.. I'm sure you've heard the extremely awkward news of me making a rather...embarrassing noise..in the diner.

gc: yeah.. there's loads of rumours about it.

pv: the sensitivity seems to be worsened by my nerves.. but no bother! Let's just pretend I never did that, please..

...um.. d-do you understand where I'm coming from...

gc: I understand.. *sighs* I do wish you found love in a cookie that isn't hard for me trust but if he's truly different now like you say I suppose I'll make an exception....

Reluctantly.

pv: understandable.. I apologise if I'm maybe forcing your hand..

gc: you aren't .. it's just.. are you sure, really.

pv: I'm sure..

gc: whatever makes you happy..i don't want to create more of a rift between us..

pv: alright ..

...um.. how are you..?

gc: I'm okay.. I've had a tough week..

I'm..

pv: ...huh..?.. ..!?

.... what's....wrong with me..? I feel...that...again..

This is so...odd.. what's g-going on..

gc: are you even listening? Earthbread to pure vanilla cookie!

pv: h-huh oh sorry.. I must've spaced out, how rude of me.. my apologies..

gc: tch.. and yeah my wings are a me-

pv: ...I feel so..warm.. like someone's hot breath is breathing down my neck....

...ngh~.. what's .. wrong with me..all of a sudden.. this is so embarassing..right next to golden cheese cookie too..

..I hope she doesn't notice..

gc: you're not listening.. do you even care? You have wings too now this is important information!

pv: h-huh- ....sorry.. I'm just...a bit distracted..is all

gc: what's so distracting...

pv: my-..

Wings...! A-ah.. m..mmph *pant* ugh.. oh goodness I am so SORRY for that..

gc: what's gotten into you!?

pv: I'm so sorry my wings are extremely sensitive..

i really wish I could control it..

Now it feels like someone is.. rubbing my thigh..

....I feel so.. tingly ...

...

...it's like they're... moving... mmph-! ....

..h-huh..wh..ghk-!..

...i..

...what..what is..happening to me.....

gc: pure vanilla cookie are you alright, you can't seem to sit still, this isn't like you....

pv: I'm f-fine.. i-i.. I'm just..catching my breath.. and I'm just..so..e-excited to see you! We haven't..s-spoken in awhile..!

gc: hm...okay...

But I have a question from hollyberry cookie.. have you eaten lately..?

pv: not today.. but last night I ate so much I felt sick.. I am... g-going to be truthful with you.. I am... hungover..

gc: oh-

pv: y-yes.. so I don't particularly have an appetite today.. in fact shadow milk cookie has actually been checking up and making sure I eat...

gc: oh really..?

pv: really!

gc: so he's not as bad as I thought..

pv: see he does care about me!

You can tell hollyberry cookie I'm alright! I'll be speaking with her and dark cacao cookie next week.. this week was rather busy as I've been accepted as "step master" by shadow milk cookie's minions. They're really like his children but I think he's afraid to say it...

its quite adorable that he-

i... need the um..I need the restroom...p-pardon me, I-I'll j-just be a minute m-my.. my....apologies golden cheese cookie...! *runs off*

gc: .... Odd...

....

Ugh.. what's with him!?..

s: *chucking away the voodoo doll* why hello goldie~! It is I! The cookie you don't like!

gc: *grumbles*

s: I heard the whole thing~ it's really cute how you think you can sway his decision, whaat~? Are you jealous?

gc: I'm not.. I'm worried for my FRIEND because he's dating a BEAST.

s: aww girly being so vehemently against something that literally doesn't affect you, what are you a twitter user?

gc: what..?

s: how callous of you! What about HIS feelings? Why do yours matter, are you that greedy greedy selfish? Losing your treasures once shouldn't make you think only "me me me" matters. He's happy so get over it. Instead you fought him over it! Loves love goldie, but you'll never get that.

gc: what do you mean.. I have a boyfriend..

s: who's that? Is it maybe, a little isty bitsy possibility that you're a HYPOCRITE! *pulls out of a photo of gc making out with bspice, it's a real picture*

gc: w-where- did.

s: my minions are VERY good at getting dirt on any cookie. How would pure vanilla cookie feel of you were judging him for something you're LITERALLY doing..

So how about we strike a deal!

I won't tell pure vanilla cookie, if you teach him to fly.

gc: you vile be- ...huh.. you don't.. want anything for yourself?

s: what could I possibly want from you? You're just a useless birdy to me.

I want my angel to fly. He deserves it! Angels shouldn't be bound the earthy plane. They should be able to fly and spread their wings. You know how to fly so teach him and I won't use my little black mail.. is that a deal?

gc: ....deal...

s: thank you! Hahaha! Finally I'll see my angel soar!

I'm glad you understand!

pv: *returns* u-um.. my deepest..apologies g-golden cheese cookie.. I must..um.. go change..

..It would...appear I um.. made a little mess....of myself..

gc: ?????????

s: pfft?

pv: *walks past shadow and and glares at him with his many eyes* come with me. Right now, we NEED to talk.

s: are you blamin' me for your accident? It's not my fault you didn-

pv: I know it was you toying with my body.

you, me, talk, now!

Sorry golden cheese cookie I have to cut our meeting short.. my step minions are sick..

gc: um.. okay??

Ooc: despite everything the meeting actually went well because gc does accept the relationship in the end (even before smilk called her out on her hypocrisy)

[crimsonender]

Hey, didn't mean to undermine you with the transensculation ask. It'd just something I heard and wanted your input.

If you don't mind me asking was it just how Patricia acted on tumblr that got you to dislike her when you use to be a fan or was there something else?

I used to be a fan of hers, or at the least, i watched some of her videos. thought she was well spoken and thoughtful, and I still think that.

A few months ago she made a post about being gender nonconforming and/or being unable to pass and I reblogged the post saying I related to the experience. I amongst many other transmasculine people that offered our support, compassion, understanding, etc, were essentially told to fuck off, we didn't know what we were talking about because we weren't born with the original sin of being assigned male at birth. I stopped following her and watching her content because this deeply hurt me. It sucks when someone you think is cool says something so awful to you. I only let people do that to me once.

(AFAB privilege is a baeddel talking point by the way)

Lately she's been going to bat for Lily Orchard as well, doubling down on her vitriol against trans men, and some... things have been brought to light. For weeks now I've been hearing about this and I defended Patricia as someone who was ultimately misguided and vulnerable, even if she hurt people by accident.

Then I saw this.

So like. Fuck Patricia, honestly.

[hollowed-theory-hall]

hello! so i’ve got 2 questions:

1. what do you think james and lily would be doing career wise if they were still alive? what about sirius?

2. i know shipping is definitely subjective and anything can be done well given the right circumstances, but i really love your character analysis, so i was wondering what you think about harry/regulus — given their canonical traits? it’s that kind of rare pair ship that i’ve heard close to no one talk about, but in my eyes it’s a little bit similar to draco/harry

Hello 👋

1. According to Lily's teachers she was really talented with an intuitive grasp of various magical fields, specifically — Charms and Potions. So, I would like to give her a job that leans into her talents. Like, low-key, if they lived, I live the idea of Lily being the Hogwarts Potions professor instead of Snape.

As for James, most of the fandom headcanons being an auror for him, and I actually think it suits James. He would be a pretty insubordinate auror, but just good enough and influential enough to get away with it. He really has a passion for hunting down anything he considers dark magic, so, yeah, I see it.

2. Regulus/Harry is a rare pair I never really thought of.

Like, I think the dynamic of Harry/Regulus would actually be pretty different from Harry/Draco. Like, Draco and Regulus have some similarities in their stories, but I think their personalities and dispositions are different. I wrote about Regulus' character here, but let's look at this dynamic.

my first question would be how the fuck does this happen? Harry travels back in time to the 1970s? Regulus survives, somehow, and is out of Azkaban? Is Sirius in Azkaban in this AU? Does Harry accidentally raise him from the dead? Is it infri Regulus, because I hope not?

Like, the fic circumstances would affect the dynamic between them a lot.

Now, Harry considers Regulus a less attractive Sirius, but he's still handsome, because Sirius is, like, Tom Riddle levels handsome. So, we have a basis of Harry thinking he's kinda hot, which is a good start.

Regulus is pretentious, prideful, obsessed with Voldemort and blood purity, and probably a good student (since he wants to make his parents proud and his brother gets good grades). Unlike Draco, Regulus has much more to prove. He isn't his parents' perfect son, but he wants to be so bad. He was likely less spoiled and received less positive attention from his parents than Draco did. Like, he was spoiled in terms of material possessions, but not when it came to affection. Like, Draco's parents adore him, Lucius willingly suffers through listening to him prattle about Potter for an entire summer — Walburga, would not.

Regulus, like both Draco and Harry, was a Quidditch Seeker. He was probably in Slytherin because of his desire to prove himself as better than his brother. To show his parents he can be the heir and that he isn't going to rebel.

Sirius describes Regulus as "soft". And I think he did have a moment like Draco in which he realised he can't really be a Death Eater and hurt people, as much as he believed in blood purity. And Regulus cared about Kreacher more than Sirius did, and I think that says something about him too — that he treated a house elf with care and compassion. That he cared about a House Elf getting hurt as much as he would a wizard. And yes, it is a specific house elf, but it's still interesting and indicates an underlying compassion in Regulus.

Now, would Regulus and Harry make a good couple?

As you said, shipping is very subjective, but in this case, because of how little we have about Regulus, it really depends on how you see him. I actually like Regulus/Harry better than Draco/Harry because I think Regulus was less obnoxious and quieter than a younger Draco was (Sirius was the louder one when they were younger, I think) while still having a cruel edge (he is a Black, after all). But I think, as I mentioned in the past, Regulus never really stopped believing in blood purity, even when he died to help end Voldemort, which Harry isn't going to be fine with. Regulus is said to have been clever (Slughorn mentioned it), just not as much as Sirius, but it still means he's pretty clever, so there's something to work with. I mean, I think Regulus had some little shit tendencies in him as I mentioned in my longer post about him, so I think he and Harry could match in sarcasm and humor.

I'm not particularly passionate about this pair, but I think it could be fun for a time-travel fic. Maybe they go Horcrux hunting with the knowledge Harry has from book 7. And he takes Regulus because Harry doesn't want to endanger/bother Sirius, James, and Lily, whom he cares for more at first. I think you could write something compelling with this premise. Two people who want to end Voldemort for very different reasons, who both consider themselves dead men in a way. So, yeah, I could get behind that.

[fafodill]

The books positioning several of the Gryffindors as inherently morally superior when they’re just morally lucky has always been an under-discussed part of the narrative.

Yep.

I would have loved seeing other gryffindors DE apart from Peter. Or from Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw. That's where jkr writing is overly simplistic - which is okay for the first books but as it grew darker, nuances would have been appreciated. This being said, there's a lot to say about gryffindors characters with the Maraudeurs generation. You just have to read the text:

James was not a blood supremacist but a huge bully with no excuses for his actions.

Sirius 'rebelled' against his family but as he came from a very fucked up one, exhibited cruelty and a very concerning moral compass ('I'm gonna 'prank' this guy I don't like and possibly get him maimed or killed - using my werewolf friend as a weapon') and refused to take any responsibilities for anything even 15 years later.

Remus didn't step up against his friends - when he clearly disapproved of their behavior - in fear of loosing them.

Peter was deeply power hungry, to the point of switching side and getting his friends murdered.

Lily chose to downplay James's horrendous actions against her childhood friend because she liked him.

... I mean, I don't see a lot of bravery there.

They were in the House we're told is the one of the good guys but if we really read the text, it's really not that clear, is it?

[chaifootsteps]

Norry: "I looked into those screenshots they're a nothing burger"

Sai: uses the hard R N word, uses R slur multiple times (which Norry is against supposedly), and has gone on stream herself wanting a "dramatic reading" of fucking CSEM material based on Lily's irl fantasies (Pokemadhouse and Stolkholm), and dresses up like Lily Orchard to taunt Courtney, who is Lily's rape victim.

I fucking DESPISE YOU, Norry-shotacon-Nator

Moral compass really does begin and end with "defends Viv."

[lightlesslactose]

Something I find very interesting about Pure Vanilla and Shadow Milk is just how different they are—not just as they are now, but even in Shadow Milk's original form.

Pure Vanilla is described as compassionate. Repeatedly. Although truth and deceit are a theme of his character, the way his character focuses on said theme is largely through compassion. The compassion of telling the truth, because people deserve to know. Even his awakened form—he is not all knowing, or an impervious lie detector, but rather, compassionate. That is the description. He is compassionate, even offering genuine friendship to Shadow Milk.

Shadow Milk, on the other hand, was never described as so. We actually have quite a bit of knowledge of his original form—the fount, or more directly translated from the Korean dub, pioneer of truth. His symbol is an eye. All knowing, all seeing. He knows all. He's even described as, and I quote, "The radiance of knowledge was born to bless all that was with meaning". And how exactly was he corrupted? His own knowledge. Disenchantment with the truth. Not boredom, specifically disenchantment. Disappointment with reality. A reality that disillusioned him and drove him to darkness.

It's actually kind of interesting to me because it actually reminds me more of White Lily than Pure Vanilla, although obviously his actions are far more reprehensible than her mistakes, but I digress.

It's just so interesting because it feels different from the other ancient-beast pairs we've seen.

Golden Cheese values abundance, keeping everything and everyone she considers close, even to her own detriment. Burning Spice, on the other hand, destroys indiscriminately. Dark Cacao braves through all, fighting with his people, while Mystic Flour keeps a safe distance.

But with Pure Vanilla and Shadow Milk, one character seems much more focused on the knowledge aspect, while the other on compassion.

This even extends to the costume story.

In the Diverged Paths story, the Sage of Truth is a teacher. He spreads knowledge. Many of his voice lines are about enlightenment and academics. He wishes to share and accumulate knowledge.

The recluse, however, acts of compassion. The sage even points out that the reason for his actions was to spare others from disappointment. This is a stark contrast to corrupted Shadow Milk as we know him, who treats lying almost like a game to be won. A skill to be honed.

And so, it's even more interesting to me, the way they both best one other. Shadow Milk corrupts Pure Vanilla with knowledge, forcing him to open his eyes which had been previously closed to the harsh reality of deceit. And how does Pure Vanilla best him? By taking advantage of his starvation for companionship. Compassion.

Shadow Milk, originally a beacon of knowledge, is horrible at dealing with matters of compassion. While Pure Vanilla, a beacon of warmth and compassion, was still never one for the active pursuit of knowledge.

Just interesting parallels to me. Also makes me wonder if maybe the witches saw what a corrupted beacon of knowledge could do and said "fuck this, we're making the next one nicer"

[angronsjewelbeetle]

Another one because fuck it it's nearly midnight and these are FUN DAMMIT Lmao floriography interest coming in clutch here

What kind of flowers do (some of) the primarchs gift you ~♡

Includes: Corvus, Magnus, Vulkan, Fulgrim, Jaghatai, Angron, Konrad, Ferrus, Lorgar, Sanguinius, Dorn

Corvus: dark red roses and gloxina. dark red roses symbolise loyalty, love and eternal beauty, and gloxina represents love at first sight.

Magnus: rainbow roses, and glowing primroses. Roses because they're romantic and they're rainbow because "Magnus how did you-" "-I have my ways, my dear. Do you like them?", and primroses symbolise youthful love, a representation of how he feels a little more young when he's with you. How are the primroses glowing. Magnus please tell me they aren't deadly. Please.

Vulkan: pink roses and violets, they're a little singed on some of the petals and stems, but they're still pretty. Pink roses because they symbolise both romantic love and platonic - you are both his best friend and his greatest treasure - the light of his heart, and also sweetness. Violets symbolise faithfulness. Enough said.

Fulgrim: Hibiscus and morning glory. Morning glory symbolise affection and determination and the hibiscus, beauty and happiness - your beauty brings him such a profound sense of happiness, he doesn't know what to do with himself.

Ferrus: White roses and hydrangeas. White roses symbolise new beginnings and wisdom, and hydrangeas thankfulness and understanding.

Lorgar: lilies, phlox and gladiola. Lilies symbolise majesty and virtue, phlox unanmity and harmony. Also I'm pretty sure they're both toxic, and yet, they're beautiful. Gladiolus symbolise strength of character and moral integrity.

Konrad: a handful of Venice mallows with some of the roots still on and a single tuberose with...a...bite? Taken out of it? Venice mallows symbolise delicate, fleeting beauty, and tuberose symbolise dangerous pleasure. Konrad thought the mallows were pretty. The tuberose smelt nice. That's why Konrad ate it. It didn't taste as good as it smelt. Sorry, Konrad.

Khan: hyacinth and peonies. Hyacinths symbolise playfulness and peonies prosperity and compassion.

Sanguinius: bellflowers, sweet Williams and pansies. Bellflowers symbolise gratitude, sweet Williams symbolise gallantry and ask to "grant me a single smile", and pansies symbolise sweet thoughts.

Rogal: amaryllis, asters and false indigo. Amaryllis symbolise determination and creative achievement, asters symbolise elegance and patience - he will wait for you. He will always wait for you. - and false indigo symbolise immersion and intuition. He loves you. He truly does.

Angron: daffodils and lilacs, the stems are crushed, but the flowers themselves are unharmed. You do have to pry them from his hand though. Lilacs symbolise the first emotions of love and daffodils symbolise rebirth and new beginnings. They won't last that long with the mutilated stems, but they're lovely while they do.

[in-flvx]

Sirius hates kreacher. But not as a pureblood wizard who hates non-humans. He recognizes kreacher as a person, with his own free will. That free will just happens to go against everything Sirius stands for as a person in the political landscape! And as a person who held power over him, as an extention of his own parents. Bc kreacher has been an adult, with the ability to use magic, for most, if not all, of the time Sirius lived at nr12 grimmault place. Yes, there is an inherent power imbalance between an heir and their servant/slave. But that doesn't matter when the heir in question is the abused child, and the slave is inflicting abuse on that child!

Just as he doesn't hate snape for being a half-blood. At the point of swm, snape has been thoroughly indoctrinated into the fascist mindset of his housemates. Hell, snape has been anti-muggle in his very childhood, when he attacks petunia, and tells lily that she's good despite being muggle-born.

Remus wouldn't be the exception for Sirius, because Sirius (is a person with a mind of his own, and a fucking strong one at that) already disagrees with his parents at the age of 11. It's not James who is the moral compass for Sirius, we have factual evidence that it's the other way around. Bc sirius is a rebel. But not for the looks of it (he doesn't give a shit lbr) but bc he empathizes deeply with everyone.

Do you think Remus 'I'll run at the first inconvenience' lupin would stay friends with someone so obviously prejudiced against him? Or that lily 'call me a slur in a moment of horrible distress and I'll drop you like a hot piece of shit' Evans would make out her and her sons life into his hands if it was otherwise?

Sirius spends so much time in ootp with placating Molly, and the other weasleys, bc he cares So much, and wants everyone to feel welcome and taken care of, even when he's feeling like shit. It's the first place he has ever broken out of, largely bc of the hostility and politics of his parents - he regularly spent Sunday lunches with the potters even after moving out as soon as he could.

Sirius spends so much time trying to not bother anyone with his own baggage, and stands up for what he believes in. And still manages to be welcoming and loving, even in his darkest hours.

[liquid-bonhomme]

Out of character: Here's a solid reminder why Lily doesn't deserve compassion.

I am about 75% sure this is an actual child. I read through their posts trying to find some indication of their age, and they seem very sweet and genuine. Even if they aren't a child, they clearly have a very strong parasocial bond with Lily and feel compelled to defend her in a way that seems rather concerning.

They also interact with Lily A LOT. Too much. "I am an unmonitored minor on Tumblr all day talking to a 30-something year old woman who is way too eager to interact with me," levels.

Genuinely this breaks my heart.

Eat my fucking d1ck Lily. Jesus christ. "Minors DNI" my ass.