bird with blue eyes

Pretty. Odd.

Pretty odd reminds me of flowers and bright blue sky’s, it reminds me of meeting someone new, and having that one friend that’s just as weird as you are, it reminds me of going to the fair on a sunny day, and watching the sunset over the ocean as the sky turns from blue to golden to black, it reminds me of long road trips with your closest friends and having your car break down In some unknown town but you still get out and turn it into an adventure, it reminds me of re-reading your favourite books, and making daisy chains in middle school, it reminds me of inspiration and letting your imagination flow, sunflowers and sweet kisses, it reminds me of adventure and being happy with who you are, it reminds me of turntables and old records, and picking fresh flowers for your room, it reminds me of cute Polaroids and hanging them up just for the sake of memories, it reminds me of the sun and the moon and the day and the night, calm soothing weather when it’s not to hot or cold but Just about right, though it also reminds me of the pouring rain, sitting inside staring out the window watching it come down, just thinking, and running outside because you just don’t care if you get wet, and jumping in puddles with brightly coloured gumboots, it reminds me of change in yourself, of finally finding who you are and just being able to say “this is who I am and I’m proud” and just being content with that feeling, it reminds me of spring and floral cocktail dresses, and fancy cocktails, it reminds me of being alone at sea, not In any danger but rather content with the sounds of the waves, standing on a deserted beach watching the waves lap against your ankles, it reminds me of finding someone you really love and staying with them for the rest of your life doing all the craziest things together, it reminds me of telling stories around the campfire and singing songs, it reminds me of singing at the top of your lungs even if your voice isn’t up to par, I think of pretty lanterns and white dresses, umbrellas and raincoats, it reminds me of fairy lights and garden parties, the colours green, blue and yellow, but not bright colours, like pastel shades and soft subtle brush strokes on a fresh canvas, it reminds me of dancing with people you love, I think of un-painted nails and natural shades of hair, It reminds me of daydreaming and marching bands, I think of pocket watches and vests and giving flowers to your friends, toothy smiles and twinkling eyes, blue skies and white clouds, chirping birds and not caring about what people think about you or if you’re different and stand out a little bit because you enjoy being you, playing music with other people, it also reminds me of getting really high with your friends and just laughing at everything even if it’s not funny and living in the present and not worrying about the past or What’s to come in the future, ending unhealthy relationships and having that content feeling After it because you’re FREE,also thinking that nothing matters except for being with the person you love the most, growing as a person, talking to someone you like and forgetting how to speak in those moments, I think of crying so much that you just can’t anymore, I think of Ballet twirls and dancing through the streets singing, vintage shops and old Volkswagen busses, big sunglasses and flowy scarves, it reminds me of blowing bubbles a d freshly mown lawns, big maps hung up on walls with the places you want to visit all pinpointed down, it reminds me of mall alleyways and welcoming coffee shops early in the morning, I think of laying outside at night by yourself and just staring up into the sky and thinking about life, flower shops and fresh air, pianos and scented candles and saving up for something expensive in nothing but coins, it reminds me of green eyes and freckles, i think of innocence and kisses on the forehead, candid photos and taking that extra bit of time to smell the flowers and take in your surroundings and notice the little things in life before you miss them, holding hands and skipping, it reminds me of the song blue skies and the album let it be, it reminds me of just sitting around and having fun and it makes me forget about anything real and fills my head with imagery, it reminds me of standing on a stage in front of thousands of people, playing your music, doing what YOU love and the realisation that you made it and you’ve achieved that dream that you’ve always been working on, it reminds me of just being happy.

"Sleep" (Autumn Journal)
Colin Morgan
"Sleep" (Autumn Journal)

Sleep, my body, sleep, my ghost,
Sleep, my parents and grand-parents,
And all those I have loved most:

One man’s coffin is another’s cradle.
Sleep, my past and all my sins,
In distant snow or dried roses
Under the moon for night’s cocoon will open
When day begins.

Sleep, my fathers, in your graves
On upland bogland under heather;
What the wind scatters the wind saves,
A sapling springs in a new country.

Time is a country, the present moment
A spotlight roving round the scene;
We need not chase the spotlight,
The future is the bride of what has been.

Sleep, my fancies and my wishes,
Sleep a little and wake strong,
The same but different and take my blessing —
A cradle-song.
And sleep, my various and conflicting
Selves I have so long endured,
Sleep in Asclepius’ temple
And wake cured.

And you with whom I shared an idyll
Five years long,
Sleep beyond the Atlantic
And wake to a glitter of dew and to bird-song.

And you whose eyes are blue, whose ways are foam,
Sleep quiet and smiling
And do not hanker
For a perfection which can never come.
And you whose minutes patter
To crowd the social hours,
Curl up easy in a placid corner
And let your thoughts close in like flowers.

And you, who work for Christ, and you, as eager
For a better life, humanist, atheist,
And you, devoted to a cause, and you, to a family,
Sleep and may your beliefs and zeal persist.

Sleep quietly, Marx and Freud,
The figure-heads of our transition.
Cagney, Lombard, Bing and Garbo,
Sleep in your world of celluloid.
Sleep now also, monk and satyr,
Cease your wrangling for a night.

Sleep, my brain, and sleep, my senses,
Sleep, my hunger and my spite.
Sleep, recruits to the evil army,
Who, for so long misunderstood,
Took to the gun to kill your sorrow;
Sleep and be damned and wake up good.

While we sleep, what shall we dream?
Of Tir nan Og or South Sea Islands
Of a land where all the milk is cream
And all the girls are willing?
Or shall our dream be in earnest of the real
Future when we wake?
Design a home, a factory, a fortress
Which, though with effort, we can really make?
What is it we want really?
For what end and how?
If it is something feasible, obtainable
Let us dream it now

And pray for a possible land
Not of sleep-walkers, not of angry puppets
But where both heart and brain can understand
The movements of our fellows
Where life is a choice of instruments and none
Is debarred his natural music
Where the waters of life are free from the ice blockade of hunger
And thought is as free as the sun
Where altars built to sheer power and mere profit
Have fallen to disuse
Where nobody sees the use
of buying money and blood at the cost of blood and money.

Where the individual, no longer squandered
In self-assertion works with the rest endowed
With the split vision of a juggler, the quick lock of a taxi
Where the people are more than a crowd.

So sleep in hope of this, but only for a little
Your hope must wake
While the choice is yours to make
The mortgage not foreclosed, the offer still open.

Sleep serene, avoid the backward
Glance; go forward, dreams, and do not halt
(Behind you in the desert stands a token
Of doubt — a pillar of salt).

Sleep, the past, and wake, the future,
And walk out promptly through the open door;
But you, my coward doubts, may go on sleeping,
You need not wake again — not any more.

The New Year comes with bombs, it is too late
To dose the dead with honourable intentions:
If you have honour to spare, employ it on the living;
The dead are dead as Nineteen-Thirty-Eight.

Sleep to the noise of running water
To-morrow to be crossed, however deep;
This is no river of the dead or Lethe,

To-night we sleep
On the banks of Rubicon — the die is cast;

There will be time to audit
The accounts later, there will be sunlight later
And the equation will come out at last.

Blue Birds

Pairing: Remus Lupin x reader

Request by @turtlesandrainbowsCan you do a Remus lupin x reader where you and Remus are dating and he gets jealous when a handsome slytherin boy talks to you. And it leads to a hot make up session. Thank you!


As you enter the grounds, the blazing sun greets your exposed skin as a zealous breeze runs its gentle fingers through your hair. Shrieks of laughter erupt from the shores of the Great Lake as derobed students push one another into the murky depths. You yourelf had exchanged your unseasonal uniform for denim shorts and a Weird Sisters t-shirt which you’d not so surreptitiously stolen from Sirius. 

Stumbling slightly on the uneven grass, you approach the vibrant beech tree, which had unintentionally become a meeting place for you and the  ’marauders’.  The trees wizened roots toe the water’s edge as though afraid of being uprooted by the Giant Squid. 

Barely suppressed excitement bubbles in your chest at the prospect of spending time with Remus now that the O.W.L exams have concluded. Your fingers trail around the callous bark of the tree as you circle the wide berth in search of the familiar tousled head. A crestfallen expression adorns your face as you find no sign of Remus. As you settle beneath the welcoming shade the tree provides, you begin to contemplate his whereabouts. “Where on earth is he?” you mutter frustratedly after a while as you lay back against the grass in defeat. 

Your eyes follow the path of a blue bird absent-mindedly as it weaves through the rustling leaves of the Birch tree before it lands on a protruding branch. “Waiting for someone too, huh.” you say to it with a sigh. The bird ruffles its feathers as if offended and shoots off, leaving a single feather in its wake.

“Guess not then.” you grumble quietly.

“Unrequited love plaguing your heart?” a lazy, albeit mocking voice teases from above. An involuntary yelp escapes your lips as a boy materialises from nowhere upon a branch, much like the Cheshire Cat. You clamber to your feet immediately, disliking the vunerability of being at a lower height.

“Were you talking to me?” you ask him speculatively. 

“But who else? There’s no one else here as far as I’m aware. And certainly not your boyfriend in any case.” the boy a lets out a deep sounding chuckle. You observe him with a frown, your eyes lingering for a few moments on the green and silver tie hanging loosely from his neck. His raven hair falls carelessly into his stormy eyes as he turns his head to look at you. You recall vaguely seeing him in your potions class. 

“No such thing plagues me.” you reply stiffly.

“I see…so he’s playing around.” 

“What’s that supposed to mean? We’ve just finished our last O.W.L exam, we haven’t had time to hang out-”

“You’d think he’d want to rush to celebrate that with you.” the boy says in mock-concern.

“He’s probably got to do Prefect duties.” you say resolutely.

“First stage of denial is making excuses.” he points out matter-of-factly though with the same mocking smile. 

You glare coldly at him as his evil grin widens. “What business is my relationship of yours?” 

He taps his nose with a wink before smirking once more.

“How about ditching him and I take you out instead? A Weird Sisters concert perhaps?” he offers confidently, sliding from his perch on the branch to the ground beside you. 

Before your retort can leave your lips, a strong arm wraps around your waist and pulls you into their side. “That won’t be necessary, see, we’ve already booked tickets.” Remus says with a distinct threatening undertone. 

“Sorry I was late love, I had to get James and Sirius out of detention.” Remus mutters softly into your ear.

You smile widely as you drink in his ruggedly handsome appearance and turn into his side. “Everything alright, I hope?” you ask 

“Their fine, the caretaker, however, not so much.” you laugh softly before realising with a start, that the Slytherin boy is still there.

“Ah, so this is the so called boyfriend.” the boy remarks with a sneer. “You’ll definitely be coming with me then, I take it?” he laughs maliciously.

The intensity of Remus’ and your glares should have surely turned him to stone, though unfortunately he remained as he was.

“I suggest you leave now, while i still have some restraint left.” Remus states with an edge to his voice, his glare steely.

The boy scoffs arrogantly in reply to his threat. “Come find me once you’ve regained your senses and ditched psycho, here.” the boy says to you with a distasteful sneer in Remus’ direction.

“Maybe once I’ve suffered a major mental injury and had several confundus charms placed upon me I might consider you to be slightly decent. But then again, even that may prove to be too difficult a feat.” you say haughtily, still angered by his arrogance. 

The boy gives one last look of loathing before turning on his heel and stalking back to the castle. Remus and you both seethe quietly for a few moments before Remus’ arms wrap themselves fully around your waist and pull you against his chest.

“You’re rather hot when you’re over protective.” you murmur, a grin making its way onto your face as you run your fingers through his tangled hair. 

“Am I now?” Remus breathes huskily by your ear, nibbling it softly. 

“Very.” you say breathlessly as his lips trace your jaw line. Your heart thuds painfully as his lips make their way tantalisingly slow towards your mouth.

Finally, his lips claim yours hungrily and you kiss back with just as much greed. “You’re mine.” Remus growls against your lips, his hands gripping your waist tightly, preventing you from escaping, as if you’d ever dream of doing so.

“Always.” you reply vehemently and tug the strands of his hair as he backs you into the tree, is hips pining you agaisnt the wall as his hands get lost in your hair.

“Woah, woah, woah. Keep it PG guys, c’mon! There’s kids here!” Sirius says from behind Remus. 

“Cover your eyes Peter!” James shouts in mock-horror.

After a few seconds, you and Remus finally break apart reluctantly.

“I get you both off detention and this is how you repay me.” Remus says flatly to Sirius and James.

“We really think you’re a bad influence on him, y/n. He doesn’t have time to do our homework anymore!” Sirius exclaims jokingly and you all laugh heartily.

“Not a bad thing for me at all.” Remus grins widely and pecks your lips.

“EVACUATE! EVACUATE THE AREA ALL THOSE WISHING TO MAINTAIN THEIR INNOCENCE!” James shouts loudly and nearby students join in with the laughter.

“Alright, alright! We’ll resume this later.” you grin cheekily at Sirius and James before kissing Remus on the cheek.

The guys all sit down by the lake as you rest your head on Remus’ lap and allow him to play with your hair. Out of the corner of your eye, you glimpse two blue birds fly into the tree above you; pecking each other with their beaks affectionately.

“I suppose you really were waiting for someone.” you whisper quietly with a grin.

“What was that love?” Remus asks.

“Nothing.” you say with a smile and interlace your fingers with his.