because lovely

Here’s a thought… 

Remus got to Hogwarts and had no idea how to act like a normal kid. 

He was intelligent… his parents had taught him at home, and learning was a distraction from his mundane every-day life. He ate it up. 

But socially? Remus didn’t have a clue. He found himself watching the other kids interacting and couldn’t even begin to figure out how to hold a conversation… how to relate

Remus had never had any friends… his parents were too afraid to let him get close to anyone… and suddenly he was in a school full of kids… and he was absolutely terrified

He wasn’t like the other kids. He was strange… awkward… ugly.  

When Remus was young, he used to take the markers that his mother had given him… and instead of scribbling on coloring books, he’d color over his scars. 

He’d make patterns, make something “pretty” out of something hideous and wrong. But after the third time of finding Remus covered in ink, Hope scolded him, not understanding what her son was doing, and he stopped. 

As the transformations got worse, so did Remus’ desire to cover each new scar. They were ugly and painful, and he hated them… he found himself wanting to scrape them off, do something… but that would only make them worse. 

One day, he sat quietly, reading a comic book his mom had given him while she painted her nails, quietly humming “I want to hold your hand”.

Remus glanced up from his book, his eyes fixing on the nail polish. Hope applied it with a skill that left Remus in awe. It was perfect… not a single smudge. Perfectly smooth. 

Remus felt a flutter in his chest. He waited for his mother to leave the room, busying herself with dinner, and then snuck over to open the little chest she kept her polish in. 

Remus felt a thrill rush through him with the first stroke. He applied it well, but the next stroke left a smudge, and it just went downhill from there. Frustrated, Remus stopped after the first hand. 

Hope noticed the nail polish, noticed Remus trying to hide his hand at dinner, but she didn’t say anything. 

The next day, the other hand was painted. Very poorly. 

Hope pulled Remus aside, washing off the polish, and then went about applying it again, tsk-ing. At least it wasn’t markers. 

“You just need a little practice, Rem.”

Remus practiced after every full moon, when he was stuck in bed, too weak to stand. He practiced until he was perfect… it was pretty, and it helped him feel like he was in control. 

So when Sirius entered the dorm one day to find Remus absent-mindedly painting his nails, Remus couldn’t understand why Sirius found it so strange… was this not a normal thing to do? 

“W-want me to paint yours?”

Sirius stared, mouth going dry. “That’s for girls.” 

Remus felt his face growing hot with embarrassment, realizing he must have done something wrong. “It’s not just for girls.” 

Sirius shifted uncomfortably, unsure how to respond. 

“Come here… let me paint them.” 

After a brief hesitation, where Sirius listened to his mother’s harsh voice scold him in his head, Sirius threw caution to the wind and plopped down, holding out his hand. 

The next day… Sirius, James and Peter all had different colored nails… and they wore them with excessive flair.

A week after that… half of the Gryffindor House followed in their footsteps. 

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it’s day 353. i had a bad day today. i don’t know. i…i guess i wish you were here. i mean, we all do. if you’re out there, just please give me a sign. mike. eleven?

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I have loved you for a thousand years,

I’ll love you for a thousand more.

Two years ago, the amazingly talented @pkyupe drew this beautiful Rivetra art of @ventsun and I for our birthdays. Thank you, we love it♡.

I KNOW WE HAVE SOME MUSICAL THEATRE GEEKS UP IN HERE SO THIS IS FOR YOU ANGEL BABIES. ALSO I LOWKEY WANNA TURN THIS INTO A FANFIC BECAUSE I HIGHLY BELIEVE SWEET PEA WOULD DATE A LIL PERFORMER

  • ok so since the school had merged that opened up a lot more doors to everyone
  • with more students meant more people joining the theatre department
  • including fangs bc come on we know fogarty lowkey has a thing for the arts
  • so anyways one of the assignments was that you were required to go see at least one production from the advanced students
  • so fangs had managed to drag sweet pea, toni (who was actually kind of excited) and jughead to the schools production of legally blonde (because come on what else would they put on in riverdale)
  • so there they sat, fourth row… out of all the things they could be doing on a friday night
  • sweet pea looked like his eyes were about to roll into the back of his head as the group of teenage girls sang
  • but then you came on stage, dressed in all pink as elle woods
  • peas heart shit rainbows and glitter
  • him leaning over, whispering in fangs ear “fogarty, whos the blonde?”
  • “elle? that’s y/n.. she’s nice, she’s in my econ class”
  • sweet pea slumped down in his seat, watching every move you made
  • he was so beyond impressed bc damn yOU COULD SING 
  • sitting there gobsmacked during intermission, toni making fun of him
  • “cat got your tongue, pea?”
  • “we’re coming to every show until this ends”
  • “pea what.. why”
  • “because he wants to fuck elle woods”
  • “i’ll beat you into a pulp, shut it, jones”
  • toni punching sweets knee as the show started again
  • after the show ended you and the entire cast came out to the lobby to greet everyone
  • sweet pea literally freaking out as you walked in his direction 
  • “toni how do i look”
  • “fan-fucking-tastic pea now shut up here she comes”
  • “fangs! so nice for you to come!” 
  • “yeah, no problem! you did amazing. sweet pea really enjoyed the show.” 
  • sweets mentally making a note to punch him once they left
  • you turned to sweet pea and almost choked on your words because holy shit mr. bad to the bone came to legally blonde and liked it?? 
  • “thank you for coming!” 
  • “yeah, yeah, of course! you’re so talented.” 
  • your heart fluttered at the compliment
  • you two kinda just staring at each other until toni broke the silence
  • “hey, y/n. we were gonna go grab a burger at pops if you wanna come with.”

anonymous asked:

Ok, so in airplanes, is theo gay? Or Bi? Or just liamsexual?

Theo doesn’t like to label himself
Nah I’m just fucking with you.
In the show I always felt Theo had the most legitimate chemistry with the male characters. We never saw him have a proper love interest when he wasn’t just using them for something. But like he definitely had an interest (romantic or not I don’t care) in stiles/void stiles and just seemed all together more real even in his ‘fake’ interactions with the male characters so I generally assume Theo is gay (or pan)
I was meant to have a scene in airplanes where Theo actually mentions that he’s gay while at a party but ended up tossing out the party idea in favour of going to Idaho earlier and haven’t put in another sexual identity confirming moment yet but yeah. Airplanes Theo is gay and I’m going to have to find a place for him to fly the rainbow flag eventually so it’s not just ‘implied’ because I really don’t wanna be like jk Rowling and dumbledore

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AU where everything is the same but Shiro and Keith are the same height don’t ask why they’re standing so close together in the second one *sweats*

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Start Line was like the best start to this day I could’ve asked for like omg bless you @cinnagyeom-roll 💚💚💚