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[theshunbun]

Gotta get up and keep going for Tato ♡ 💕

[fullcravings]

Classic Chocolate Chip Cookie Bars

[goth-sea-creature]

"How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height

My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight

For ends of being and ideal grace.

I love thee with the passion long supressed,

I love thee with the love I thought I lost,

I shall but love thee better after death."

How Do I Love Thee // Elizabeth Barrett Browning

[mafleur]

⠀ 01. sweetheart.

⠀⠀⠀ 𝗃𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗈𝗇𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗀 ( 장원영 )

꽃⠀(⠀✿,⠀𝗇.⠀)⠀𝗃𝖺𝗇𝗀⠀𝗐𝗈𝗇𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗀.

장:⠀ ⠀𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅⠀ ⠀영혼,⠀ ⠀원영.

𝗂⠀ 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅⠀ 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 ⠀𝖿𝗈𝗋:⠀ ﹫장원영 ⠀ ♡

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⠀ 02. marvelously.

⠀⠀⠀ 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇: 𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝟥𝟣, 𝟤𝟢𝟢𝟦.

𝗃.⠀ 𝗆𝗂𝗎──𝗆𝗂𝗎⠀﹙𝓮𝓹.¹﹚ㅤ𝗐𝗈𝗇𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗀.

🎀⠀𝟧𝟧%⠀⋅⠀𝗍𝖾𝗆𝗉𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖺𝖽𝖾⠀𝖽𝖾⠀𝗅𝖺𝖼̧𝗈𝗌.

✿⠀𝗃───诗人,⠀神圣.⠀𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗆𝗌𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅⠀𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅.

[thestimmybarista]

@brooklynhayess

duckie stimboard inspired by lps #1096 ... 🐥

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

🐣/🦆/💧

🍀/⛲️/🌻

🪺/🪿/🌤️

[sweetdreams-sanrio]

[howdymrfinch]

˗ˏˋ꒰ ☁️🍼 ꒱ ... mini-chibi of my oc percy pillowbottom!

( please do not re-upload my artwork for any reason! )

👼☁️✨️👼☁️✨️👼☁️✨️👼☁️✨️👼☁️✨️👼☁️✨️👼☁️

[theshunbun]

Ghostie 🤍🤍🤍

[genries]

　　𝓔　　⠀　✿𝆬　　　milord . 　　蘋果

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[heartnosekid]

wigglebutt_koda on ig

[ojitodboba]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤcute png's 💭¡♡ㅤㅤcr tooncitoouo.

[faeurchin]

oc doodles because i have artblock

[the-gloomth]

[profoundprincessfics]

“Mess it up.”

R.Lupin/S.Black

Summary: Sirius Black was a fuck up. A complete royal fuck up; anyone could see that. Beneath his shiny, charming composure beneath the surface he was cracking under the pressure. Recklessly overpowered by his own will. You wouldn’t even blink when his composure would were thin, because it seemed so natural—he adjusted so well. It was not unusual for Sirius to intentionally put himself in harms way, in a useless reckless act. Until one bloodied nose ends with him facing the true consequence of his actions. A consequence he secretly sought after sub-consciously. The undivided attention of Remus Lupin.

One-Shot.

The music was vociferous, almost deafening. It was a wander that filch, the old hall monitor could not hear from outside the Gryffindor tower.

Remus was slumped against the sofa, with his arm reclining against its back. Listening to Peter drunkenly ramble about the habits of rats. Smiling at the more ludicrous statements.

There where fifth and sixth years from Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and Gryffindor. Quite the remarkable crowd, dozens of drunk bystanders.

A crash echoed throughout the room. Remus heart stopped for a moment, as the chatter subsided, replaced by gasps. He couldn't see the source of the source of the noise.

He stood up, pushing past a few fifth year boys to get a better view of the centre of the room. Sirius. Sirius and a rather bulky Slytherin boy where tangled on the floor. Viscously going at each other. Sirius was pinned underneath him, a fist etching close to his face before Remus’ fight or flight kicked in.

Briskly separating the two, he acknowledged the other boy. Evern Crabbe, he was twice the size of Sirius and had a few inches on him. He was a severe loud mouth, un accustomed to confrontation—mostly because of the sheer size of him.

James appeared from behind, his hand shifting to his nape. A confused look on his face, before he saw Crabbe and it itched into one of disgust. “What’s going on?” There was venom in his word, a grim look on his face—contrary to his usual attitude. Sirius rolled his eyes, Crabbe looked taken aback.

James was noted for his athletic build, not quite burly; chubby, like Crabbe. But he was agile, a better match in a fight than Sirius.

“Was just telling Crabbe that we don’t appreciate un invited guests.” Sirius cast a dark look toward the Slytherin. His hair was ruffled, blood slowly oozing from his nose.

“Leave.” James spoke barely blinking at the Slytherin, who just scoffed before turning to Sirius one last time.

His lip twitched sadistically “Your mother sends her regards, and final invitations.” Before he etched away, the sound of the door slamming violently shut marking his departure.

“What does he mean by—” Peter starts but is shut down by a rather menacing look from Sirius.

“Why do you do it pads?” James spoke, turning his attention to Sirius, who looks entirely exhausted. His eyes unfocused, posture unkempt.

He just shrugs, pursing his lips together “he insulted me.”

“He insulted you?” James laughs maniacly “He insulted you, so you throw yourself at him. Look at the size of him, who knows what state you would’ve been in if Remus hadn't pulled him off you.” He whisper yells, just loud enough for the four of us to hear. Sirius looked thrown off for a split second, before he cast an equally menacing look toward him.

“You forget yourself prongs, I can take care of myself just fine,” Remus extended his arm towards the boy on the floor, in a mood, Sirius avoided the hand pulling himself to his feet, ignoring the pain shooting through his ribs as he did.

-

It had taken Remus a sheer amount of convincing to get Sirius to come up to the dorms. But in the end, accepting defeat was greater than listening to James all night long.

He took this time to look at Sirius, search for any injuries. “You’ll have a nasty bruise on your cheek,” Remus started, finger brushing against the skin, before he sat down on the bed.

Sirius shuddered before collecting his composure. He crossed his arms, quickly glaring at the other boy “I won’t take another lecture,”

“I wasn't planning on giving one.”

“Yeah well James grilled me enough,”

“Not nearly enough.” Remus stood from his seating position, a stark reminder of the height difference. Sirius was not short on any scale, he was above average but Remus towered over just about anyone.

He stalked toward the bathroom, nodding towards it, beckoning Sirius to follow. He grumbled before obeying.

“Sit.” Remus gestured toward the closed toilet lid, before twisting the nob in the sink. The water pouring from the tap was strangely peaceful. A repetitive sound. His body protested as he slumped down on the lid, ribs screaming at him. He bit his lip aggressively in an attempt to ease the pain, before swiftly letting it go when the werewolf turned around.

A large hand gripped his chin, lifting slightly as it gently dabbed the soaked cotton wool against the dried blood under his nose. “I wasn't kidding earlier I can take care of myself,”

Remus looked down at him, expression unreadable. “When was the last time you had a full night of sleep?” Remus asked light-toned

“What?”

“When was the last time you slept?.” His voice harsher, he trailed off “How many fights have you started that you wouldn't have been able to finish?”

Sirius narrowed his eyes “I sleep just fine.”

“Sirius.”

“Yes, moony I'm serious,”

“Pads.” Remus arched his brow, his gaze softening in an unavoidable way.

“How’s your back now?” He diverted.

“Sirius,” He spoke with a gentleness, like he was talking to a wounded animal. Sirius choked, turning away from the source of the voice.

“Stop.” He whispered, barely audible through the rise and fall of his chest, as he in short yet brisk breaths. Comfort was a foreign concept, it had always either been more anger or complete unadulterated silence.

“C’mon,” Remus spoke as he made his way into the bedroom..

A sharp exhale left his lips as Remus’s hand curled around his wrist, pulling him firm against his chest. Immediately, he tensed up. Back as stiff as a board. “Rem-” He paused, his mind going completely blank as one of Remus’s hands gently cupped the back of his head, pushing him towards his chest slightly more. It was a comforting weight.

The smell of Remus’s cologne was now even more apparent to Sirius, unignorable and grounding really as it infiltrated his nose. The taller boys jumper was soft against his cheek; he wanted so despairingly to cling to it.

“Do you have pain anywhere else,” Sirius’s ribs throbbed at the mention, his body betrayed him, clinging closer to the source of warmth; trying to hide from all the questions.

He shook his head, The boy above him only sighed before hooking his fingers under the hem of Sirius’s jumper. He tugged upwards, familiar bruising littered his torso. Remus choked at the sight, trying to push his emotions down as tears threatened to sting his eyes. Before his eyes left the rest of Sirius’ body and landed on his ribs.

Remus audibly gasped, his ribs where completely bruised. Black and blue. “I’m going to kill him.” he announced as the smaller boy looked up at him helplessly.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” He demanded. Sirius trembled at the tone, biting his lip as if it would ease the pain. Remus immediately retracted, his tone stinging himself “Sorry baby, but seriously why?”

Baby?

Baby?

The petname crumbled the last bit of Sirius’ composure. His cheeks had flushed, evidently forgetting his bruised ribs. The taller boy raised his eyebrows smugly, recognising their effect.

“please, i barely noticed,” Sirius attempted his most perfect smile, his hands crossing behind his back.

Remus treaded towards the shelf by his bed, lifting a disgusting yellow vial. Sirius had recognised them, the remedy potions the other boy had been forced to take after every single full moon.

Remus did not hand him the vial, instead his fingers hooked under his chin. Sirius shuddered, his eyes wide staring unbreakinly at the other boy as he rose his hand and brought the vial to his own lips. Sirius’ brain frooze as the taller boy pulled him foward, tilting his head slightly more as he conjoined their lips.

It was literally a kiss of life, the medicine invading his mouth as well as the other's tongue. It was short; sweet. It wasn’t how he imagined Remus would kiss him, not that he thought of that all too much.

“You’re so flushed,” Remus fingers danced across his cheek teasingly. “You’ve never been this quiet, maybe i’ll do this more often to shut you up.”

[sweetdreams-sanrio]

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