#love love love that for him!!!!

[uhhlifeig]

The Black Lake - Nov. 24 - word count: 525 - @wolfstarmicrofic

The breeze rolling off the Black Lake carried the sharp chill of the late afternoon, biting through Sirius's shirt and crawling over his skin. 

He hardly noticed. 

The lake stretched before him, glassy and serene, but the calm didn’t reach him. Instead, he felt like he was drowning, pulled under by the weight of his own thoughts.

He sat on the bank, knees drawn up to his chest, arms locked around them. 

The voices from earlier still rang in his ears- Remus’s sharp, furious words, James’s frustrated yelling, the stifling silence from Peter.

You’re no different from your family.

The words gutted him. He could handle anger. He could handle yelling. But that?

Sirius clawed at the dirt beneath him, the grit catching under his nails. He wasn’t his family. 

He’d spent years proving that, hadn’t he? But if Remus- of all people- thought he was…

The thought made his stomach churn.

He picked up a small rock and hurled it into the lake, watching the ripples spread and fade. He wanted to scream, to cry, to do something, but all he could manage was to sit there, silently suffocating in his thoughts.

Footsteps behind him broke the silence, crunching softly against the grass. He didn’t turn, half-hoping whoever it was would just leave him alone.

“Sirius?”

Peter’s voice. Of course.

“What do you want?” The noiret asked.

His friend- ex-friend?- hesitated, then came closer. “I, uh… I wanted to check on you.”

Sirius let out a bitter laugh. “Why?”

“I’m sorry,” Peter said after a long pause.

“For what? “You didn’t yell at me. You didn’t call me-” The dog animagus broke off, shaking his head. “Never mind.”

The shorter boy fiddled with a loose thread on his robes, his gaze fixed on the ground. “I didn’t stick up for you,” he said quietly. “I should have. You didn’t deserve… all of that. I mean, you made a mistake, yeah, but-”

“Stop.” Sirius’s voice cracked, and he looked away again. “Don’t.”

Peter fell silent.

They sat like that for a while, the sounds of the lake filling the space between them. The water lapped gently at the shore, the breeze rustling through the grass. The older boy stared out at the horizon, his mind a whirl of guilt and self-loathing.

“You’re not like them,” the other boy said suddenly.

Sirius froze, his breath catching in his throat. “But Remus-”

“You’re not,” Peter repeated. “I don’t care what Remus said. He’s angry, and hurt, and… I get it. But you’re not your family, Sirius. You’re not them.”

He laughed bitterly, shaking his head. “Yeah, right.”

“You’re not. They wouldn’t care.”

Sirius didn’t reply. He couldn’t.

The rat animagus sighed, standing up and brushing dirt from his robes. “You should come back. I know things are…messed up right now. But sitting out here by yourself isn’t going to fix anything.”

No response.

Peter hesitated for a moment, then turned to leave. “I’ll see you back in the dorms,” he said quietly before walking away.

Sirius trudged up to Gryffindor Tower, but stopped in the common room. 

Who would want to see the face of a traitor?

pt. 1, pt. 3

@estellethewriter

[paintedcrows]

Did anyone tell Ford (bonus doodles: Family Movie Night, 70s Classics)

[notaplaceofhonour]

okay okay I know the point of this is “White people need to put as much effort into learning how to pronounce Black people’s names as they do foreign European names” and 100% I totally agree, absolutely good point

but this tweet becomes hilarious in the context of this clip:

anyways, absolutely put effort into learning how people pronounce their names. just don’t feel bad if it takes you some time to get it right 😅

(also in case you didn’t watch the video it’s “N-SHOO-tee” not “SHOO-tee”)

[yujateaandpi]

y’all just— thinking about how excited Stanley must have been to host the twins— Alex says he smokes cigars but he doesn’t smoke once in the show— has a beer gut but he only drinks sodas in front of the kids— doesn’t swear when they’re around which must have taken INCREDIBLE effort— Stanley Pines, known crook, buying pancake mix at the supermarket and many bottles of syrup— learning to cook basic healthy meals and burning so many of them before he gets it right— buying new sheets, new mattresses— avoiding bunk beds because it reminds him of Ford— looking at the attic room he made wondering “is this enough will they like me”— trying to act aloof at the bus stop so he doesn’t betray the fact that he was there hours early— watching them goof around and thinking of New Jersey beaches— then the first night they’re there, he watches them debate running away and only stay because Mabel shook a magic 8 ball. That must have kept him awake all night.

[kochei0]

I turn to Ares.

Thanks to Tyler Miles Lockett who allowed me to draw inspiration from his ARES piece for page 2! Look at his etsy page it's SICK

⚔️ If you want to read some queer retelling of arturian legends have a look at my webtoon

[abreathlessplace]

"i wonder if we ever think of each other at the same time."

[nataliescatorccio]

#you tell 'em girl

[gh0sthoodie]

Happy pride month maybe I’ll start watching Doctor Who again

[dysfunctionalnerd]

he found a poster for a phineas and ferb theme party and just. decided to go. oh my god 😭

[batbrainrot]

he's just a little guy

The Boy Wonder (2024) #2 by Juni Ba

[saturnsconstellation]

Men use “I’m just a man” to cheat on their wives. Odysseus uses “I’m just a man” to kill, slay and torture people to get back to HIS wife. They are not the same.

[angel-cryptid]

[daenystheedreamer]

Skara Brae Buddo, human figure carved from whalebone, dated c. 2,900 – 2,400 BC. Discovered at Skara Brae, a Neolithic settlement located in the Bay of Skaill on the Mainland, an island in the Orkney archipelago of Scotland.

[kensatou]

those!!! are!!! his!!!! tits!!! be gentle 👉👈

[rossary-of-the-rose]

someone sedate this man.