#wolfstar is not this good

[myprongsfootera]

This fandom is so funny

Two best friends? Who are completely and totally obsessed with each other? And finish each other's sentences? And need to be together every waking minute? To the point that they invent new ways to pull it off even when they're apart? Because they're that obsessed with each other?

And this is a rarepair????

[aejiee]

Old man yaoi

[i-like-to-look-at-your-back]

Sleeping off

[maladaptivewriting]

i just know that sirius and regulus have the worst taste in food. like they grew up eating the most absurd upscale british wizard meals, the kind of thing that would put a normal person into a coma.

james would be like “oh sirius, what’s regulus’s fav food? i’ll make it for his birthday”

and sirius would reply like “it’s super easy. it’s bird beak jello with flavorless gravy on top”

[i-need-of-a-hobby]

i love seeing fic writers put "i dont support jkr!!!!" in their summaries-

like, yeah, i appreciate the sentiment but sweetheart, you're writing wolfstar a/b/o with the tags "background starchaser" and "trans regulus." i wouldn't have assumed you supported a terf sweetie.

[screamingfrenchfries]

my mom, ranting about politics: ...and that's why the woke left is destroying our society.

me, with a fanfic tab open in front of me, trying to read gay porn: uh huh, yeah sure mom.

[outromoony]

"I'm not like other girls." Well, that's good for you, but I am. I love reading books and fanfics. I love obsessing over fictional characters and screaming music at the top of my lungs. I love fangirling over celebrities and getting overly invested in ships that will never be canon. I cry over sad endings and laugh at memes no one else understands. I love getting way too excited over small things, daydreaming about impossible scenarios, and staying up late to finish just one more chapter. I love getting lost in fictional worlds, losing sleep over them, and rewatching my favorite shows a million times. I love spending hours scrolling through fan art and feeling alive through the stories, music, and love for people I will never meet. I love being like other girls.

[lord-save-me]

Remus, Peter and James being only children, freaking out whenever Regulus and Sirius fight and Lily going "oh that's normal, I once threw Petunia out a window" will never not be funny

[lee-isnotcool]

100 notes and i'll finish my physics labs

200 notes and i'll drink water

300 notes and i'll start actually writing the crazy everyone survives the first war au angsty fic that exists only in my imagination

500 notes and i'll make a smoothie for my lil bro

1000 notes and i'll release my sad wolfstar playlist

5000 notes and i'll tell my crush i like them

guys i will not count more than 5 notes per person bc what 😭😭😭

[pearlynia]

James, groaning: my lips are so dry!

Sirius: try putting honey on it, it helps

James:

James, grabbing Regulus's face kisses him: there!

Sirius, looking like he wants to laugh and cry: you- I- wha- how- I- n-

Remus, looking up from his book: Great! This is the third time this week that you two broke him and it's Monday!

[pottermagiczz]

Peter, sad: I'm always the last one to know everything

James: That's not true, Wormtail

Peter: Yes, it is! I was the last to know about Moony being a werewolf, I was the last to know about you dating Lily, I was the last to know about you being Head Boy, I was the last to know about you breaking your bed with your antlers, I was the last to know about Padfoot's crush on Moony, I wa—

Remus, cutting Peter off: WAIT, WHAT!!??

Peter: Oh, second to last

Peter, happily: I suppose you were right, Prongs

Sirius: You silly f*cking rat!

[aejiee]

Close up ^^

Wolfstar!! I'm being dragged back into the fandom 😫 their fics give me life. Other updates, I joined artfight (my user is aejiee) and I'm going to ax and kcon soon, yippee!!

[peachesfuzz]

Need ugly Remus fics this is torture ugly people have rights you know

James: what about this one *points at the prettiest girl*

Sirius: um no

James: oh okay, this one! *points at the prettiest boy*

Sirius: something not right— oh this one! *points at the ugly, tall, asymmetrical werewolf*

James: I fucking see it

Remus:

[lexithwrites]

OF wolfstar but Remus gets a hate comment one day about how Sirius definitely fakes it with him, so Sirius films himself getting absolutely railed just to tell the comment to the shut the fuck up because ‘I get this man’s dick daily and you dont’ and it’s probably the loudest/most desperate he’s been in a video — Sirius never fakes it, especially not with Remus

[gipitothefrog]

i swear to god the marauders would be so annoying during a fucking kahoot i can't even

[my-castles-crumbling]

incantation - @wolfstarmicrofic - 241

"So," James whispered, standing next to Sirius as they both waved their wands just how Flitwick had shown them, "when are you gonna tell Moony?"

"Tell Moony what?" Sirius responded, trying not to look too suspicious as he practiced the incantation in his head.

"That you're gone for him," James answered casually, smirking as he began to mumble Expecto Patronum, only to achieve white smoke.

"Wh-what?" Sirius stuttered, turning to James, who looked smug.

"You were staring at him the whole lecture. You doodle moons in your notes. Your Amortentia smells like chocolate, for fuck's sake," James chided, furrowing his eyebrows as he only conjured smoke again. "It's bloody obvious to everyone except Moony himself, Pads."

"You're barking," Sirius denied, rolling his eyes. But it was Remus who he was picturing as he focused himself on the spell. Remus, whose eyes were the perfect shade of brown. Remus, whose smile always made Sirius feel so safe, and a bit floaty. "Expecto Patronum," he murmured, his heart leaping when a corporeal animal jumped from the tip of his wand.

But James let out of a shout of laughter when they saw what it was: a giant, silvery wolf, short snout and tufted tail making him distinct in every way. "Yeah, Pads? Wanna tell me again what you said a second ago?"

And, blushing crimson, Sirius stared at Patronus-Moony, unable to deny his feelings, knowing that his own spell had sold him out.