#the brightest star

[4rcta]

-System launch successful-

[muzzachambers]

These trials make us who we are, who we are, we are

We're motivated by the scars that we're made of

These trials make us who we are, who we are, we are

We take our places in the dark

And turn our hearts to the stars

TRIALS - Starset

[starchaserdreams]

Wolfstar Microfic: Darling

Remus and Sirius were sitting in the back of the library studying, much to Sirius’ chagrin. He would have much preferred to be in the back of the stacks snogging, but that wasn’t exactly the way life worked. 

One of these days he would tell Remus how he felt. 

Sometimes Sirius thought he might already know. Sirius caught him staring every so often, and he couldn’t help but wonder if it was because he knew what Sirius was hiding. Did he know how often Sirius thought about him? How he consumed his heart without even meaning to?

“I’m so tired of astronomy,” Sirius muttered under his breath. 

“What was that, darling?” Remus asked, distractedly. 

Both of their heads snapped up at once. 

Remus had never called him that before. Had never called him anything remotely like that. 

They stared at each other. 

“That didn’t- I mean I didn’t- Can we pretend-” Remus attempted, never finishing a single thought. He was blushing furiously.

Slowly, ever so slowly, Sirius could feel himself breaking into a grin. He couldn’t help it. 

Did that mean…? Could it mean…? Well, there was only one way to find out.

Sirius leaned back in his chair. “If you want me to be your darling, I’m all yours,” he drawled, smiling in that way he knew made witches melt. Maybe it would work on wizards too. He’d never tried. But he was very interested in this wizard in particular, so it was worth a shot. And if it didn’t work, he could just say it was a joke. 

Remus’ mouth opened and closed a few times. 

“What are you saying?” he finally asked, bluntly. 

Sirius grinned wickedly. “If you want to go back in the stacks and have your wicked way with me, you’re welcome to, darling.” He raised his eyebrows as an invitation.

Remus slowly smiled, and it was a real, heartwarming sort of thing, no posturing about it. 

“Yeah, okay, if you’re serious,” he said.

“I am always Sirius,” Sirius quipped. Before Remus could roll his eyes, he finished quickly. “But in this case, I’m extra serious, grab your bags and come with me right now.”

He winked at Remus, who had never in his life gotten his books together and stood up faster.

Well this was going to be fun, Sirius thought.

@wolfstarmicrofic

On AO3 here

[sliebman10]

Blanket

It was a quiet, clear night with the winter chill in the air and the waves crashing in the background. 

Sirius’s favorite kind of night. 

Remus joined him on the veranda, handing him a steaming mug of tea and pulling the red knitted blanket over their legs. 

“Can you see it?” Remus asked, settling into Sirius’s side and looking up at the inky blue expanse above them. 

“Yup. Just there,” Sirius said, pointing and drawing the outline of Canis Major with his wand.

“This star is much brighter,” Remus said with a fond smile, poking him in the side.

“Flatterer,” Sirius said.

“Is it working?” Remus wondered, setting his tea down and snuggling closer.

“Of course,” Sirius said, turning his attention to Remus and tipping his chin for a kiss.

Word Count: 130

@wolfstarmicrofic

[spiritstar477]

My new wolfstar tattoo!!!!!!

Witch’s Haven Tattoo and Piercing in Fort St John, BC (at witchs_haven on insta)

[eruptedinlight]

Saru's Evolution 1 -> 5

[coyging]

[tonybannerblog]

Love to see him so happy! 🥰

📹: Searchlight

@markruffalo

[mrsfrecklesmarauders]

Sirius was born as a Star. He was meant to be great, be the best in everything he did. He was meant to be a winner, a conquerer of girls, attractive, good with words, have many abilities. He was raised to be the perfect Heir for the Black Empire.

But that Star was so bright, it shadowed the real Sirius. A flawled boy. The vulnerable one, the imperfect one, the one Sirius himself hated.

Nobody liked this Sirius. They were too busy craving the other. They all looked at the Star. They all look at the shine. They all looked at the beauty. They all look at the brightness.

The Star was the beautiful one, the desired one, the one everyone wanted around or wanted to be. The Star was unstoppable and powerful.

And the real Sirius was behind that. So vulnerable and scared. Would anyone be able to see pass the brightness and see the real Sirius? Even like him?

If not even Sirius himself liked him, then who would? So he let the Star shone and took the spotlight. He personificated the Star so well, he became the Star. So the real Sirius was constantly drowned down. Hidden behind layers and layers of brightness.

[pixelatedcrab]

A win for macroalgae, it seems my favourite genus laminaria convergently evolved on Kaminar

[grayghostofthenorth]

Sculptor Fan Yu, “The Brightest Star” Borzoi and Skye Terrier (2019) Bronze

[caz66]

Surrounded by the whole Black family in the sky tonight … can you see Sirius?

[tremendouszinelovermug]

"Under your wings"

1/2

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Sirius and Harry relationship is something I love and treasure even if I don't engage with it because I've my own personal bias about them ~😔💜

The reason for "orion the hunter" constellation on Sirius face is because a headcanon I came up with that Black family doesn't choose their children's names, the magic does. Every black member have a constellation or flower tattoo-like somewhere in their bodies.

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Btw, @/sasa2018_am is my insta account.

[wolfspaw]

[catlikesstars]

"the sun is alone but it still shines!"

the sun doesn't shine. it burns. it burns and his flames are full of rage, a rage formed from the injustice of this universe.

have you ever wonder why the sun is even alone in the first place?

no right. its because everything that goes close to him dies.

if a planet gets to close it will be destroyed.

'oh! but then another sun can keep him company!' no. less of a chance. if there where two sun's we would die.

at this point is just a ball of rage and madness. the fire that comes from him representing his rage. now his ability is to burn itself and burn wathever is around.

when you became untouchable, you wont be able to touch.

the brightest stars aren't allways what you think they are. sometimes they just consume himself so it can bring light to the rest..

[camilleflyingrotten]

The Fallen Kings

Elendil and Gil-galad