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As a single person who cares about being good in school: Fuck you /j
(I SEARCHED FOR THIS POST JUST TO SAY THIS)
i love cheating if you don’t cheat what the hell is wrong with you
i know i haven’t posted in like a week but i pinky promise i have something cooking for y’all and i’ll give u hints in emojis ( surprise surprise they’re both stiles related )
#1 😡
#2 🎶
He Ded
I have such a love/hate relationship with Bela Lugosi's Dead because it is such a great song but I've listened to it 27383918w73738e8w82 times, and it's hella long. It is the epitome of a goth song, and a true spooky classic and every time I hear the start of that bassline I get excited and then I either dance like the goth kids from South Park or I give a dejected sigh and bob my head
um... hey chat! i haven't written chapter 4 yet, so if the chapter comes out late, it wasn't me! It was the demons. they got to me (it's actually my ela teacher) heh... be prepared for a later chapter! i cant even write tmw cause I have dance till 8 pm :3
ROTTMNT movie spoilers!!!
lol
crying rn
I don't know if anyone is also like this way, but I don't ship billford because a ship means you want them together, but I like reading billford fan works because of the way it explores abusive relationships
please just let me help you. @pittmade
the adrenaline still pulses like mortar fire in her ears, the sheets had tangled tight around her waist, unravled in the abruptness when she lept from bed. her breath comes in short, calculated bursts, the kind meant to hide the panic, not soothe it. A SURVIVAL RHYTHMN, a trick she learned in tents and triage units under foreign skies. eversteady hands tremble and fumble with the script. that emergency bottle to sit beneath her tongue and chase away reflections of war. she hasn’t cried, she doesn’t, not even now, but her body feels like it wants to. not out of fear. not anymore. but exhaustion, a deep marrow-tiredness that never fades, just gets buried under scrubs and charts and too much coffee.
please just let me help you.
it’s the way he says it, like a quiet promise in the dark, like he’s offering her a place to land instead of a spotlight to stand under. guilt tears through sinew and soul. no one had ever seen her like this; the burden she'd refused to unleash upon the unknowing, the unwilling. she slept so well beside him, no issues arising until the inevitable push against her ribs to recall. her eyes meet his, not fully, not yet, but just the edge of him in the ambient light of her bathroom. honey eyes far away, attempting to find her HOME again. the bottle nearly crushed in her hand as she followed the sound of his voice. she caught the warmth of his scent and reached for him. something in the most broken parts of her being following his imprint of energy like a ship to harbour in a winter storm. ❛ jack. ❜ a voice so raw, so haunted, crawling back to life. gloria is pressed to him, instinct of spirit sought and driving action. ❛ i'm sorry, i'm sorry. ❜ muffled against his chest, but she breathes, finally.
Happy #Monday! It's going to be a long wick. Ask John 😂
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thanks to sherwood-scribblings for this, would repost but i don't want people to think i'm a haysilee or hayffie shipper
Memories / Wolfstar
The pain from losing his best friend hurt, Remus barely coped, when he started remembering, it wasn’t a happy memory though, it was the mistake he made before.
(Also posted on my AO3 account, message if you want the link to it since I will probs post more there.)
It was late, and it was cold, yet he didn’t seem any closer to going inside, afraid of what he might have to face. Remus had barely a single conversation with Sirius before he was gone once more, unfairly taken again, only this time, he wouldn’t have the ability to come back.
“Remus, deary, you need to come inside, he won’t be happy if you join him now.” Molly said gently, coming outside with him. That's right, Sirius’ home had closed to him, he was at the burrow, the new meeting place of the order, the group of people who got Sirius Black killed, no it wasn’t their fault, it was Voldemort’s, and his fault alone, as well as Bellatrix.
“No thanks Molly, I need to head back to my home, I will see you tomorrow.” Remus replied, his voice shaking slightly, the pain more obvious.
With that he apparated away, but not to his home, but the shrieking shack, a place that held his worst memories, and yet he was drawn to it. Memories of his last day flooded his mind, a particular moment he had wished to forget.
June 25th ,1978, the shrieking shack,
“Remus, will you just listen to me! For once in your life just stop and listen to me.” Sirius Black was heard exclaiming, the boy in front of him just sitting on the beaten down bed. Remus just shook his head, not wanting to hear the words that needed to be said, not wanting to admit that it was finally over. The best thing in his life, now over, in a few years it will be nothing but a painful memory.
“No Sirius, you listen, you always have the final say and I am tired of it. You have to be in control all of the time, and I can’t deal with it.” He shot back, the other just stood there, shock being the only readable emotion on his face.
“I can’t keep doing this Remus, it hurts me too much to just watch you destroy yourself, I love you, I really really love you, but I can’t keep acting as if I can’t hear your cries at night.” Sirius decided, going up to the boy, whose head was now hung low. Gently, as if not to startle him, Sirius brought his hands up, cupping Remus’ face, the other’s eyes looking anywhere except his fellow marauder. “Remus, please look at me.”
“I can’t.” He replied, his voice barely there, the tears he had been holding back finally getting loose, only for Sirius to wipe them away.
“One day, when we are both finally ready, we will find each other, and live the fairytale ending you deserve. I love you.” Sirius whispered back, planting a kiss against the boy’s head, before leaving the werewolf alone.
June 13th, 1996, the shrieking shack,
“I was ready, and you were too, yet still, you left.” Remus found himself whispering, not towards anything in particular, seeing as the one who he desperately wanted to hear him, never would ever again. Remus couldn’t handle it, and felt himself falling, crumpling on the ground.
June 27th, 1978,
It hurt, more than Remus would ever let on. Over and over, he just thought about what Sirius had said to him, knowing in his heart that it was built on nothing but the truth. He still shared a room with the guy, hell, sometimes he found himself wishing that Sirius would slip into his bed late at night again, when he thought Remus was asleep, only for the boy to turn over and pull Sirius into his embrace, needing the contact just as much.
“Remus, you're in your mind again, what did you want to talk about?” the aforementioned boy asked, causing Remus to shake his head lightly.
“Yeah, right, sorry. Look, I can't keep acting like everything is okay. And I know it’s messed up that I just pushed you away, but I can’t see it ending well if you actually become a part of whatever life I will have after Hogwarts.” He explained.
“Why do you do this Remus? I ask to be part of your life and all you can do is push me away. What is so impossible about us being together that you have to end it before anything gets started?”
“Don’t you see, I’m a werewolf Sirius, the hate you would get and the unfairness of it all, I can’t force the person I love to go through that.”
“So sad, a few unimportant people get butt hurt. Why can’t we have a family huh? Because you’re a werewolf and I’m gay?”
“That's just it Sirius! Why do you think I’m trying to get rid of you? When I look at you all I see is everything I can’t have. It hurts too much.”
“What? Explain what you can’t have with me right now.”
“This, happiness, a family.” Remus exclaimed, his voice now raised slightly. Sirius only shook his head before leaving for one of the last times. “You, Sirius, I can’t have you.”
June 14th, 1996, in front of 12 Grimmauld Place,
Remus didn’t know why he came here, why his mind told him to. That was before a noise came from behind him, that noise belonging to Harry, James and Lily’s son, the two just stood in silence, as the final remnants of what the marauders once were.
“My mum wanted you and Sirius to raise me, so did dad.” The green-eyed boy said, causing Remus to look at him.
“Sirius would’ve been the most chaotic father alive to you.” Remus jokes, Harry nodding in agreement.
“He loved you, he told me, how no matter how long, one day you would be together again, in the way that it was meant to be.”
Remus could practically hear how his heart plummeted, unaware that Sirius ever told anyone about the life he and Remus shared for such a short amount of time.
“I love him too, with every bit of my heart.” He admitted, meeting Harry’s eyes, only to be greeted with the same eyes that Lily had, the first person he ever told, the one person he would confide in about his forbidden feelings towards Sirius. It broke him, but not in a way that would cause you to lock everything out, no, this was a different kind of break, one that was freeing in a sense, and Remus found himself smiling for the first time since Sirius Black had gone through that veil.
Unbeknownst to the pair, a black dog was watching them from afar, hearing everything that they said. “I love you too Moony.” He said, before turning, seeing the man that died long ago. “Regulus.”
“Come on Sirius, Potter says you kept him waiting long enough, Evans can barely deal with it anymore.” His brother said, Sirius nodded, standing, and bid farewell to the marauder one last time.
“Take care of him Moony, it's up to you now.”