#which was 16 years ago

[chlobliviate]

Wolfstar Microfics - Teenagers

Words: 917

@wolfstarmicrofic

TW - alcohol?

Based on a true story from when I was 17, a long time ago.

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Sirius had never been more grateful for his brother being a massive nerd—a theatre nerd to be precise. Because if Regulus hadn’t signed up for drama classes, he never would have met Remus, (tall, mysterious, Scottish Remus) and reluctantly introduced him to Sirius, who enthusiastically introduced him to all of their friends. Now Remus came to parties and gave him a shy wave when he saw him in the corridor at school. It was endearing, to say the least.

He wasn’t sure how or why or even when they had exchanged numbers, but they spent most evenings texting about everything and nothing and all that was in between. Sirius had felt like something was bubbling there, but maybe that was wishful thinking. When Sirius started seeing Gilderoy, who was considerably older than all of them, there was something about the way Remus’ tone changed that broke him a little bit

The week he broke up with Gilderoy, ironically for being incredibly immature for someone in their mid-twenties, James decided they’d throw a celebratory party because his parents were going away for the weekend.

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Sirius went looking for some more coke for his rum and ended up in the garage. He opened the fridge door and found a bottle, to which he added rum and took a long drink. He jumped as the garage door clicked shut and spun around to find Remus staring at him.

“Hi,” Sirius said softly.

Remus didn’t say anything as he crossed to where Sirius stood, took the bottle from his hand, and set it on top of the fridge. Sirius’ eyes followed the stretch of Remus’ arms greedily, but then Remus held Sirius’ jaw gently but firmly and tilted it to look at him. He nodded and raised an eyebrow, a question. Sirius nodded quickly and before he could process what was happening, Remus’ mouth was on his and he couldn’t think of anything but Remus. When Remus’ hand grasped a fistful of his hair and pulled gently, Sirius let out a noise that he didn’t know he was capable of making and pulled Remus even closer.

The sound of someone laughing as they approached the garage door made them jump apart, wide-eyed and breathing heavily. Oh. Remus grabbed Sirius’ drink and handed it to him before turning towards the door. When it opened, Lily and Regulus looked at them suspiciously.

“Alright, lads?” Lily asked, sounding just like James.

“Peachy, darling. And you?” Sirius strolled past Remus, towards the door.

“Remus?”

“Am grand thanks, Lils.” He leant against the closed fridge. “Just looking for some coke.”

In his Glaswegian accent, to their ears, it did not sound like he said coke. Lily spluttered and followed Sirius, leaving Regulus frowning as he studied Remus.

“So, my brother?”

“What about him?” His smirk irked Regulus immensely.

“I have eyes. Do you think I didn't the way you perked up once you heard he’d sacked Gilderoy off, or how he looks at you when we let them sneak in to watch us rehearse? I’m not saying it’s a bad idea, but… just think it through.” Regulus sighed. “But you could both do a lot worse than each other so, whatever, I guess.”

“Awwww, is this you giving me your blessing?” Remus walked towards him and patted him on the arm, “I’ll be sure to preserve his innocence, don’t you worry.”

“You shouldn’t be allowed to drink. Some people need inhibitions, Remus.” Regulus said, to an empty room.

Regulus made his way outside to sit with Benjy, Marlene, and Lily while they smoked. Lily burst into giggles as soon as she saw him.

“You look scandalised, Reg.” She patted the garden wall next to her, so he sat down. “Did you tell Remus you’ve got a shotgun and a shovel and no one would miss him?”

“I didn’t, because I almost feel like it’s Sirius that needs that talk.” Regulus rubbed his eyes. “I can’t believe I didn’t see this coming.”

Slowly, more and more people filed outside to smoke or get some air. Dorcas perched herself on Marlene’s lap, and James tried to perch on Lily but swiftly ended up on the floor. Through the huge kitchen window, illuminated against the night outside, Dorcas spotted Remus filling up the kettle.

“He’s making tea isn’t he?” She laughed, “Oh bless him.”

Before anyone could say anything else, Sirius appeared behind him and spun him around, wrapping his arms around Remus’ neck as Remus lifted him to sit on the kitchen counter. Their lips met hungrily and as Remus started kissing his way down Sirius’ neck, James started applauding and catcalling, which everyone soon joined in on. Remus buried his pink face in the crook of Sirius’ neck.

“If we don’t acknowledge them, they’ll go away, right?”

“Oh no, the opposite I’d say. You’d be better off taking a bow.”

“Why only me?”

“You’re the actor. You’re well practiced.” Sirius shrugged as Remus pulled away slightly to look at him.

Remus blinked at him, “If I take a bow, you’re taking one with me.”

Without waiting for an answer, Remus lifted Sirius off the counter, grabbed his hand, and bowed dramatically at the window, Sirius following suit a second later. Cheers erupted from the garden, Sirius wouldn’t be surprised if the neighbours called in a noise complaint, but he couldn’t bring himself to care.

He tugged Remus’ hand. “Come on, my room has curtains and a lock that mostly works.”

Remus did not need telling twice.

[quaintpanic]

[liyrical]

i love my wife. he is so cute

[gmax]

literally refuse to believe louis is younger than like 30. i have no choice but to accept that he was at least high school age but like like no way was he 10-12 and commanding armies. i just dont like it

[fatuifucker]

tw SA mention

tbh i would rather have minors read my work rather than those coquette smut blogs (not targeting anyone specifically, just in general) that write really ooc drabbles and topics that are basically SA. sometimes it's even blatant SA it's wild that you'd have the reader basically crying and begging the character to stop but the post's theme is just (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)

[angiestown]

[alpacacare-archive]

rate my grandpas drip

[nobodysdaydreams]

Giving a complicated tragic childhood backstory to your favorite character is all fun and games, until you realize you need to account for how old all the other adult characters would have been at the time and realize that scenes that would work perfectly if one character was twenty three and the other was fourteen stop working when you need other characters who are played by adult actors clearly younger than they are to be in college at the same time so your story beats line up thematically.

[spaciebabie]

ive decided im gonna get myself a (fairly decent but not crazy) gaming pc for christmas. if any of yall have suggestions i would be happy 2 hear them :3

[giulolosblackmail]

Willow's Bio

Though Willow is over a century old, he has still lived most of his life in Finsel and formed many meaningful relationships with the humans that live there. It is, perhaps, because of his love of individual humans that he despises humans as a whole. Around eighty years ago Willow came to know a boxer and his daughter living in the slums. The boxer’s daughter fell ill and they couldn’t afford to pay for her treatment, so the boxer began to gamble his life for a chance at saving his daughter, going up against opponents that were far larger and stronger than he was. Inevitably, he was beaten nearly to death and could no longer work. Willow, having not nearly enough money to help them himself, began writing poetry about the boxer and his daughter in a desperate attempt to bring attention to his friend’s situation. The poems became wildly popular among nobles, but the real-life inspirations behind the poems were ignored and died in poverty. Willow decided that humans don’t care about tragedy in the literal, only the theoretical where it serves as entertainment, and - finding the pen to be useless - turned to his much more reliable fists and fell into the Gang Territory. Willow’s worldview changed, and he came to believe that, “although the power of art leads to eternity, but to grasp the present, we must have force. Without the present, there would be no eternity.”

Taking his anger, grief, and frustration out on all those who stood before him by throwing himself recklessly into every fight he could find, Willow created a legend in the Gang Territory and amassed wealth and power. His symbol became the emerald studded brass knuckles that came to be known as the Legendary Seal of the Gang Territory, the weapon of the undefeated Champion of the Underground Arena. Legend has it that when the Gang Territory fell into a turf war fifty years ago, the battle raged for three days in what would later be called the Battle of Gang Territory. And from the chaos rose the victor, the Champion, the man with the ability to command wind and lightning, the strongest warrior in the Gang Territory. Willow won the right to rule, but found that it brought him no joy to amass power or wealth, and so he gave away his wealth freely and shied away from the spotlight; eventually the legend faded into obscurity after the Champion vanished, and now only rumors remain that that once great man has ended up working for a noble. There are many in the slums who remember the Champion not as a warrior, but as a man who gave away everything he owned to friends and strangers alike, who defended the weak with his own fists, bleeding for anyone who could not fight for themselves. It had never been his intention to help, only to find relief for himself. “I just thought they needed those things more than I did. Fighting made me happy enough.” Perhaps that is why he was eventually lured away from the Gang Territory.

A hollow life spent ever in fear of the next conflict and wounded from the last is difficult to maintain, who knows what the Duke Bavlenka of the time promised Willow to buy his loyalty, but Willow has been working under the Bavlenka Family ever since. He became something of a fancy pet, only ever seen draped in finery and singing sweetly for nobles at luxurious balls filled to the brim with wealth and excess. He lived well, but it was a life that made him sick. To cope, he spent all his free time sneaking away to the Slums to drink and fight to excess, even disguising himself to return to the Colosseum in secret. “Singing makes me feel less alone. And fighting, I feel as if I'm truly alive. When your life is almost eternal, time loses its meaning.” It was not until he met Magda Ellenstein that he began to find the dull routine of his life new and exciting again. Striking up a friendship, Willow found himself chasing after Miss Ellenstein as she caused trouble and shook Finsel by its roots, even going into battle during the climax of the Sulla War to help her. The Finsel that emerged from the rubble of war was changed, though it was unclear if it was for the better.

Whatever promise Willow had made with Duke Bavlenka all those years ago must have been somewhat shaken with the late Duke’s death, for Willow began to hide himself away from the new head of house, well enough that it took some time before Duke Gaelan Bavlenka learned of his existence. Willow seemed to hold a particular disdain for Gaelan Bavlenka, though was not alone in his dislike for the man attempting to navigate Finsel’s political landscape with entirely unearned confidence. It was not just Willow’s rebellion chipping away at the Bavlenka family’s united front and social prestige, though his was one of the first to be ended. Eventually Lou Bavlenka dragged him back to his duties, though Willow did not go gently. The first song he sang under the new Bavlenka head was the infamous Cursed Aria, a legendary song among the elves that had largely been lost to time, as no one wished to gamble their life just to perform it. Dedicating his performance to Lady Magda Ellenstein, Willow told her, "Once life loses its meaning, we must find a new one. I never cared about the future. It's unpredictable,” before confessing his love for her in no uncertain terms. It was his conviction and passionate love for Lady Ellenstein that weathered him through the song’s curse, and until his love for her fades, he can sing it as often as she will listen.

Like many others, Willow found himself falling for the charming Miss Ellenstein soon after making her acquaintance, pledging to come whenever she called so that he could fight her battles for her, this being both something of a confession and an attempt to keep Miss Magda from getting into trouble in the Gang Territory. He could only fall for her more as he watched her monumentous rise to power, and would continue to be enthralled by her care for people and her stubborn drive to improve Finsel, bridging the gap between the nobility and the Slums. In an ultimate act of passionate love, Willow placed his life on the line to sing Lady Ellenstein the Cursed Aria, though when she could not find the words to respond, he instead asked her to listen as he kept singing for her and her alone. Regardless of the direction Lady Ellenstein’s heart will follow, Willow will continue to be inspired by her, striving to improve himself as a man and a singer, and go on to dedicate himself to improving the lives of elves in Finsel.

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[catteries]

with the amount of Feelings i'm getting, i'm definitely headcanoning that DGS!Sholmes is the happy ending ACD!holmes deserved, and iris is sholmes' equivalent of beeretirement, and you cannot stop me from this powerfully enriching addition to my life

[gaybd1]

The earthquake was 6 days ago and they just today were able to free (and find) the remains of a young family under meters and meters of rock, unable to even be IDed from appearance. Two of the bodies were still embracing. It’s A Lot…

Edit: I guess a week ago now damn

[lode-builds]

VINTAGE lode build (c. 2018)

[meowmedusa]

looking at the clock and going "oh. i didn't. even realize it was past 8pm." and its not funny or cool its just unbelievably concerning

[rpfisfine]

fun little fact: aleksa was featured on an old channel called smiggles66 and it was owned by his friend and they played songs and had their own little band called thunderspleen.

my favortite one is "only gay eskimo" hehe

the video literally starts with him 'showing some skin' and within the first 30 seconds he explains how he's not only doing it 'for the ladies' but 'for the guys as well'. i feel my mask of sanity is beginning to slip

another fun fact: his linkedin profile is still up on the internet and his profile picture looks like this:

[iminaworldofpureimagination]

The revelation that you're 34 is INCREDIBLE idk why I assumed you were younger

I'm 34 in three months acutally but yes Im an Old Fuddy dudy this is how i feel a lot (: