#with sirius

[marauderswolf22]

james potter would make parodies of disney channel late at night

[uptonogoodd]

he never thought this day would come, his wedding day. and he was quite certain he was going to pass out, looking at himself in the mirror, utterly unsatisfied. UGLY. a pit deep in his stomach. it all felt wrong. but this was what he wanted right? to be loved, to be getting married to someone who loved him despite the fact that he was a werewolf? evan wasn't always the kindest person but he put up with remus, as he constantly liked to remind the wolf. always reminding the former gryffindor that he was a monster, playing onto his insecurities all too easily. " no one else will ever love you like i do. this is it. " remus spun around the moment he heard someone coming in, letting out a sigh of relief when he spotted HIM, grateful that it wasn't evan. the last thing he was in the mood for was another fight. brown and chocolate hues were wide with terror, new marks on his body that weren't from the wolf. but no one knew. no one could know. " hi. " he breathed out, his heart starting to race as the one man who actually held his heart walked in. his best man. could sirius see how terrified he was? a nervous smile spread onto his lips, gesturing toward the fit, " how do i look? ridiculous? ridiculous, probably. " and while remus was never the sort to reek of confidence, it'd dwindled down significantly ever since he started seeing evan. " god. is it . . . is it like, insanely hot in here? i feel like it's insanely fucking hot.

@dementrd

[emvcnce]

𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 : @padfoock

Se havia uma constante em todos os anos de Emmeline em Hogwarts, certamente era aproveitar para fazer algumas visitas a Hogsmeade antes que suas obrigações como aluna e bruxa a sobrecarregassem. Ainda encontraria oportunidades para se divertir durante o restante do período, mas era muito mais seguro fazê-lo sem a preocupação com prazos e estudos a atormentando. Carregando sua bolsa tiracolo e uma sacola da Dedos de Mel, decidiu terminar o passeio com uma boa caneca de cerveja amanteigada do Três Vassouras. Adentrou o estabelecimento já procurando por um um espaço vazio diante do balcão do bar, pronta para fazer seu pedido e se deliciar com a bebida. O que não esperava, porém, era encontrar Sirius Black ali, desacompanhado. Conhecendo seu histórico amoroso e popularidade, não demorou a cogitar a possibilidade de estar esperando por sua acompanhante para a noite, o que a levou a ajudá-lo com um pequeno detalhe que lhe saltou aos olhos. ── Não que eu me importe com o caminhar do seu encontro hoje, mas seu casaco está manchado. ── Alertou, aproximando-se o suficiente para tocar o local com o indicador, sinalizando o pequeno borrão acinzentado sobre o tecido, localizado na parte de trás de seu ombro, próximo à omoplata. ── Acha que seu charme vai conseguir ofuscar sua falta de higiene? Sabe, as garotas se importam com isso. ── Agora brincava, provocando-o como comumente fazia.

[justafanbutcurious]

[randommultifandomrants]

Being a girl is: wanting to go to bed early but deciding to just get on tumblr/wattpad/Ao3 for a little bit and then end up finding a fic series that you really like and read until well past your usual bedtime then keeping on because it’s already past your bedtime. Then being mad when you wake up in the morning because you overslept your timer.

[aphrcdites]

the bond between a girl and their favorite fictional man is both an unstoppable force and an immovable object

[prongsfm]

wordless, he awaited the turn of the door from where his son, a son - he had a son, exited promptly to find another. another that had been waiting for him. james' mind was torn from the pages, unable to fathom the magic that was taking place. the spell that must've been cast over him. it had been twenty-one years since he breathed his last breath. surely, there had to be some sort of dark magic falling like a veil over his eyes. but what? the dark lord was gone, or so it was claimed. his son, he would get used to that in time, defeated him. vanquished by the accidental curse that he placed on harry's innocent life. pride swelled, brewing within him at the way his own child had come so far - but at what cost? to know that there was so much the father hadn't any knowledge of since he'd been laid to rest. he didn't know what had become of so many that he held dear. though one name in particular was heavy on his mind. 

sirius. 

time had made its mark on his friend. wrinkles dressed the outskirts of his eyes. the deep, smokey hues that held so much hope and yet, so much pain. so much guilt. second nature it was to the younger of the two to see it. to pinpoint the look on sirius' face at just a glance. it reflected the very look years ago when @padfootfm had arrived on his doorstep when his mother dismantled him from the black family home. condemning. though the finger sirius pointed was at himself. it was the same self-damnation that weighed on his brow when he entered the room. because of it, james' chest ached. 

"when's the last you've shaved?" the potter mustered, lowly. a hint of airiness in his register. "i'm afraid you're beginning to look a bit shaggier than a dog, padfoot." 

[unimaginariies]

@padfootfm

it was a harrowing fate, to be the last of your friends to survive. and remus had gone into the battle with the intent that he would give his absolute all, no matter the cost, even if that cost had been his life. there were so many nights under the full moon where remus had found himself enduring so many excruciating and lonely transformations where he'd be BEGGING for it all to end. to just die. james and lily were dead. sirius was in azkaban. peter was supposedly dead. remus wasn't sure what exactly he'd been living for. or rather who. until he was reunited with harry. and suddenly it all became clear again. harry, the trio and the rest of the students he had the pleasure of teaching, had helped remus to find the hope inside of him he was had certain died that night james and lily were murdered. they had awoken his will to fight and for that, he was forever in their debt. especially because it was through the trio that he got his favorite person back. his best friend. his lover? the person he can't believe whose character he ever doubted. the person he loved the most who he just . . . gave up on. though in his defense, he didn't JUST give up on sirius. remus had given up on everything. grievance had a sneaky way of altering your perception. still, remus would never forgive himself for how quickly he'd thrown his best friend under the bus. even if sirius had forgiven him. a flash of light spewed from antonin dolohov's wand and that was it for the life of remus lupin. or so he THOUGHT. the archway. the place that haunted his every living nightmare. where he finally lost him once and for all. it was only fitting that this would be the location of his own personal hell. remus was never the religious sort but somehow finding out that he'd been damned just made sense. still the sight of the fucking archway had the unique ability to paralyze him, eyes so quickly to well up with tears, guilt just as quickly to sweep over him. he's being escorted away but remus doesn't fight it, unable to make out any of the voices and words spoken. only able to think about HIM. the man he should have fought harder to save. he still isn't aware that he's not dead, once again an isolated room just made sense for remus's eternal damnation.

[thatboisus]

“english isn’t my first langua—“ say no more.

[bethsvrse]

me staring at my ceiling after y/n does the most FLABBERGASTING thing ever

[flymetothemoony]

twelve years of it, in azkaban.

[uptonogoodd]

@dementrd

it wasn't often that remus had witnessed sirius so VISIBLY upset and his entire heart was shattering at the sight of his best friend who was trying his hardest to hold it together. he wasted no time in reaching over, arms engulfing the other protectively as he pulled him firm against his chest, " i'm here. " was all he whispered as he pressed a kiss atop of the shorter's head, thinking that this might have something to do with his family. but they rarely ever talked about it.

[flow33didontsmoke]

when y/n does something so bad/embarrassing you have to facepalm and close your eyes for a minute

[shoot1ngst4r]

going out of your way to search up [insert character] ANGST and all you get is smut

[animatanaa]

I’m new to tumblr so I’m not completely sure how this works. First post, and it’s wolfstar!