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Remus catches you stealing his sweaters

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You sat curled up in one of the enormous lounge chairs in the common room, reading a book and cuddling a box of tissues. The seasonal devil of sickness had gotten to you and now you were going to be sniffling in all your classes. Not only that, but to even consider getting out of bed you had to put on three sweaters. It’s a good thing Remus basically lived next door.

By some miracle, good ol’ Shrimpy (otherwise known as Remus J. Lupin) had grown to be 6 feet tall in the last few years, allowing you to layer an extra two of his sweaters over yours and comfortably navigate he drafty castle.

Just as you turned the page- hoping dearly that Achilles and Patroclus would finally be allowed happiness- your book was snatched out of your hands. You frowned and glared up at the 6'2 monster towering above you. “What on Earth possessed you to do that?” You growled, snatching your book from his hand and carefully marking the page you were to continue on to. In the near silence of the common room you couldn’t help but notice as Remus grumbled something under his breath.

“Would you like to share with the class?” You prompted, standing and putting your hands on your hips.

“I said that that is my sweater,” Remus accused.

“Yes, it is,” You agreed, looking down at the dark grey sweater hanging to your thighs.

“I almost missed breakfast looking for it.”

You smiled slightly and shrugged, reaching for a tissue to wipe your running nose. “I’m sorry, but as you can see it’s for a good cause,” You said, settling back in your chair.

After a quiet Remus-like sigh he joined you, sitting down in the chair next to yours. “We missed you down at dinner,” He said, pulling out a little napkin and unrolling it. Inside was a slightly crushed berry tart. You smiled.

“Is that so?”

“Of course,” He nodded, passing the treat over and then relaxing in his chair.

There was a moment of silence.

“This doesn’t mean you can keep my sweaters.”

“We’ll see.”

We all know this is how life for Harry should have been.

A mother and father, both proud of their son.

An uncle like figure and the other his god father.

No worries, just a happy wizard family.

(*cries silently*)

Remus Lupin has a special place in my heart.

– the marauders

just to let u know, being a trans boy and loving other boys doesnt make you less of a boy.

you arent a confused straight girl

you arent a kink

you arent a fetish

you are valid and you will find your prince.

if anyone tells you otherwise, remember that your bearcat parent (me) believes in you and thinks you look very handsome today.

do you ever just want to go outside in the middle of the night and walk around and not actually do anything just observe and think and stuff

Yes but I’m scared of being murdered.

NOW YOU JUST WAIT ONE SECOND, HERE

HE IS SMILING AT THE END OF THIS. IS HE HAVING A BREAKTHROUGH?!?! I CAN’T STOP YELLING TODAY, I’M SORRY.

I found this copy of Thoreau’s Walden buried in the park.  I opened it and saw these roots growing between the pages. I don’t know whether to frame it or put it back in the ground.

ancient

by matialonsor

ho ho ho where did my motivation go

MARY If you love me, don’t read it in front of me. JOHN …Why? MARY Because you won’t love me when you’ve finished.

galaxy nonbinary sapphic moodboard 

what he’s always meant to say vs what he actually said

A punk stops during a gay pride parade to allow a mesmerized child to touch his jacket spikes.

I lost control about reblogging this picture. 

and this is the perfect “fuck you” to people who stereotype people like this. 

literally one of my favourite pictures ever

nothing more punk than letting small children touch your clothes spikes or hair spikes

If you think punks would miss the opportunity to be a good fucking human to kids you don’t know much about punks