so in love with everything you choose to be

Chelia~ Gift for the sweetie @faelise ❤️

Sorry for the late :,D I really don’t know what draw for youuuu, (I wanted to draw some ship, but argh I sucks with couples ;___;) So I choose Chelia bc she is is such a cutie pie like you ❤️ And I tried original style, it takes more, but hope you like it ^^

And awwww thank you so much for everything ;\\; I love talk with you! You are always so cute and nice and I love you art! ❤️ (follow her btw :3)

I’ve come to a point in my life where “I love you” just doesn’t have the same meaning as it used to before. Sure, you can love me. You can fall in love with my eyes, with the way I tuck my hair behind my ears, with the way the sunshine hits the color of my skin. You can love me in a hundred and one different ways but it wouldn’t mean anything if you don’t choose me. So yes, you could tell me you love me and my heart will skip a beat and I’ll have butterflies in my tummy and I will feel the earth shake on my feet - I will feel so happy, my heart could burst out of my chest… but it simply just won’t be enough anymore.

So this is what I need from you:

Tell me you choose me. When I’m slumped on the floor ridden with guilt and grief from everything that has ever and will ever hurt me - hold me and tell me you choose me. When I’m pushing you away, when my fists are up and the ugliest of things come out from this mouth you proclaim to love - say you choose me anyway. When I’m broken, when you can’t fix me, when no amount of I love you’s in the world can assuage my pain - please, hold my face, shake me a little, say, “look at me, I choose you, okay?”

You can tell me you love me. You can shout it to the world. You can say it to me a million times and it will be what I want to hear. But telling me, “I choose you” - darling, that’s all I will ever need.

—  Tell me you choose me // Genefe Navilon
the signs and telling you they love you

aries: (screaming) YOU MEAN A LOT TO ME

taurus: *shares their awesome stuff with you*

gemini: *endlessly talks to you, sends you texts at midnight, randomly pops up in your facebook feed tagging you in a meme at 7 am*

cancer: *the warmest, softest hug you’ve ever had, and they don’t let go for quite a while*

leo: you’re so great, in fact you remind me a lot of myself-

virgo: *long speech about all your amazing qualities with surprising amounts of detail*

libra: *chooses to hang out with you over the 50 billion other things they have going on*

scorpio: i love you

sagittarius: you wanna run away with me?

capricorn: *invites you into intimate parts of their life so you can see how well they’ve taken care of everything*

aquarius: you’re so unique and unlike others..

pisces: you understand me

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Happy Birthday, Lelouch!  ♡
Make Me Choose
:: Lelouch or Suzaku - @cldstrifes 

  • Oswald: I love you, Ed.
  • Ed: What?
  • Oswald: I... I love you.
  • Ed: I don't understand.
  • Oswald: What is there to not understand? I, Oswald Cobblepot, love you, Edward Nygma.
  • Ed: Nope. I'm not getting it. I'm not following.
  • Oswald: Ed. A man comes to a crossroads in his life, and he has to make a choice. Does he choose safety and cowardice or does he opt for courage and risk everything? I choose courage. What I'm trying to say is... I love you.
  • Ed:
  • Oswald:
  • Ed: So you're in love with Isabella?
what 2016 taught me
  1. nothing is more beautiful than kindess
  2. you are allowed to be sad but you have to remember you are not the only one
  3. the world is not out to get you, as much as it may feel like it
  4. change does not come from self-pity
  5. just because you love someone unconditionally does not mean they will do the same for you, no one owes you anything
  6. loving yourself isn’t about becoming worldly beautiful
  7. always choose truth. ignorance is easy but with it comes a lack of understanding
  8. the antagonists in your life are the protagonists in their own lives. there are two sides to everything
  9. you are the villian in someone else’s story- try to remember that
  10. love radiates from within, you don’t need to have a constant smile despite what strangers may yell at you
  11. most people are not cruel to you purposefully
  12. other people hurt from your actions without you knowing just like you hurt from theirs without them knowing. don’t be so quick to anger and judgement
  13. not all relationships must last. some friends and lovers seem to be a perfect fit but the relationships ultimately end. this isn’t a failure, it is an experience that will help you grow stronger. treasure the good memories and learn from the bad
  14. without pain and sadness you wouldn’t know love, joy, peace, kindness
  15. happiness is not a concrete state of being. emotions are fluid and everchanging
  16. do not love for the sake of being loved
  17. always spread your good mood around, its so vital to share love
  18. there are things in life you will never have control over. beating yourself up about it won’t change that. accept it and move on toward greater things
  19. you don’t have to hate those who have wronged you
  20. being a light and caring for others is the best thing you can do in life
  21. don’t underestimate the effect your kindess will have on a stranger. be kind every chance you get

i see him and my heart races.
i see her and my heart breaks.

i have kissed his lips and it felt like death and life all at once.
i have kissed her lips and it felt like sleeping and waking up all at once.

i craved his skin and begged for his body to collide with mine.
i lusted after her every time those rosy lips spoke my name.

when i lay beneath him it felt like heaven and hell and everything that i loved.
when i lay beneath her there was so much desire and passion it set my lungs alight.

people saw me with him and saw nothing but teenagers in love.
people saw me with her and saw nothing but young sinners.

“are you straight?”
i don’t know.

“are you a lesbian?”
i don’t know.

is that all i can be?

— why should i have to choose? // j.r.

THIS IS THE SHIT THAT PISSES ME OFF YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO MAKE SOMEBODY FEEL BAD FOR HAVING TAN SKIN IT IS HOW THEY WERE BORN THEY CAN’T CHANGE THAT THIS SHIT HAS BEEN GOING ON FOR TO LONG AND IT NEEDS TO STOP SHOW THEM LOVE AND APPRECIATION BECAUSE LORD KNOWS HOW DAMN HARD THEY WORK STOP WHITE WASHING IDOLS IT IS NOT PRETTY IT DOES NOT MAKE THEM PRETTIER IT IS DISGUSTING AND IT NEEDS TO STOP IF YOU LOVE THEM SO DAMN MUCH LOVE THEM BECAUSE OF THEM DON’T CHOOSE TO LOVE THEM FOR ONE THING THEN WANT TO CHANGE EVERYTHING ABOUT THEM IT IS NOT RIGHT AND IT NEEDS TO STOP

100% Chance of Rain // Jimin

Pairing: Reader x Jimin

Rating: M

Word Count: 3.3k

Request: Heyyy I can’t even begin to tell you how AMAZING you are at writing!! And choosing a bias😏😂 butttt umm i was kinda feeling a jimin smut (I’m such a hoe he’s not even my bias) where he takes you out on a date and is being all cutesy but when you get home he’s all rough and there’s a lot of dirty talk and he just does a load of nasty stuff thanks bye🙃( so embarrassed right now😳)

Author’s Note: I cried a little ❤️ ANON YOU ARE LOVELY THANK YOU. I HOPE IT’S EVERYTHING YOU WANTED IT TO BE!

R E Q U E S T || M A S T E R L I S T


“Babe,” he smiled, reaching out to still my hand as I frantically smoothed my hair down. “You look fine.” He sat back in his chair, watching as I fiddled with strands of my hair. I combed through it with my fingers one more time before slouching hopelessly. It had taken forever to straighten it properly, and just a few rain droplets had pulled my waves out of hiding. I never liked my curly hair.

“Jimin,” I sulked. “It took so long.”

This date night was supposed to be perfect; it was our one year anniversary. Neither of us were a big fan of dressing up fancy and going to an expensive restaurant, so Jimin brought us to the place where we had our first date. It was a quaint ice cream shop just one block away from my apartment, jumbled in with the mess of the bustling city life. Unless you were familiar with the city, you would surely miss it.

Jimin chuckled, shaking his head as he dipped his spoon into the cup that sat between us. Motioning for me to lean forward, he placed the cold spoon in my mouth. I hummed with satisfaction, carefully licking the dribble of ice cream that trailed my upper lip. The steady drizzle of the rain outside pattered against the puddles on the ground. I puckered my lips, still scolding myself for wasting so much time on my hair without checking for the very important detail of the weather forecast.

“You know,” Jimin started, pushing around the scoops of ice cream. “I like your natural hair.” He flipped the spoon, placing it facedown on his tongue as he let the ice cream melt on his tongue. His eyes met mine with a mischievous glance, raising his eyebrows up and down.

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Does love always go?
Someone asked me that today and it took me a moment to think about it… but my answer is no, love doesn’t always go.
Sometimes it does, I won’t deny that. Some people are fickle and love with a light heart that floats on to something else almost as soon as the wind changes. But not everyone loves that way…
There are those who love deeply, with everything that they are; and for them, love is timeless. It never ages, it never gets bored, it never ‘finds somebody better’, it never fades away and it certainly never gives up just because things got tough.
But it also hurts sometimes… It hurts in ways you can’t possibly imagine and when it does I can almost understand why those who are capable of it choose to let go… Sometimes I almost envy them…
But I’ve never been one of those people. I so rarely let anybody in, but if you’re one of the few people to find your way into my heart – then you’re there to stay until my final breath.
And I don’t know if that’s a good thing or a bad thing…?
I don’t know if it’s beautiful or sad to think that one day, many years from now, my last thoughts will most likely be of someone who no longer thinks of me at all…
Husband Jin Would Be Like

Originally posted by junghosoek

  • Would be hella cheesy
  • In the beginning would try to bring you breakfast in bed everyday
  • But because of his busy schedule he’d have to limit that to his days off
  • Kisses on your forehead
  • Would love to take you on the store to buy house stuff for your new home
  • Disagreeing on colors
  • And towels
  • And curtains
  • Would let you choose if you do aegyo
  • Going home with everything you chose
  • He can’t resist you
  • Would want to have your wedding and honeymoon pictures all over the house
  • “But Jagi, I look so good!” ~Whining aegyo~
  • Having your wedding and honeymoon pictures all over your house
  • You cooking for him
  • He ending up taking over and preparing the hole thing by himself
  • “But babe, I wanted to cook for you!”
  • “It’s okay Jagi, you can give the dessert ;)”
  • Having sex on the kitchen counter while the food is in the oven
  • After dinner you both going straight to bed and waking up in the middle of the night just to eat the leftovers of your wedding cake
  • Having sex again after the cake.
  • Waking up laying on his chest while he runs his fingers through your hair
  • “Good morning wife”
  • Dad jokes
  • Whenever you talked about children he’d tell you that he already has five because namjoon is the daddy so he’d want to have a pet first
  • You guys getting a small dog
  • Him being obsessed with the dog
  • You being jealous of the dog
  • Buying new lingerie
  • Cooking while wearing lingerie so you can surprise him
  • When he gets home greets the dog first
  • As soon as he sees you he stops, stare at your body and take you straight to bed
  • “I loved the surprise Jagi” ~says while kissing your neck and undressing you~
  • “Great because I know we already have a dog, but we can always practice making babies ;)”
  • Always bringing you flowers
  • Feeling loved and appreciated
  • Rare fights
  • But when it happens there’s a lot of pettiness
  • Make up sex would be a little more rough 
  • Sex would usually be more vanilla, but he’d want to be on top
  • Family vacations
  • By family I mean BTS 
  • And your dog of course
  • Him always calling to check on you
  • Even if it’s in different time zones
  • You waking up in the middle of the night to your phone buzzing
  • “Hey Jagi sorry for calling so late, I just wanted yo to know that I really love you”
  • “I love you too Babe, I miss you!”
  • “I’ll be coming home soon!”

  1. Husband Jimin

I’m making husband lists for the other members as well ~ Please let me know if y’all want boyfriend lists too :)

- Juju

What if Seven knows he’s part of a game?
Okay, I had this idea while playing Jumin’s route because I had to ignore his jokes and I was feeling bad about it lolol. He cross the fourth wall a lot, so is not that hard to believe.

He chats with you and when he sees you choosing something against him repeatedly, he understands.

You will not play his route.

You’ll play another route this time and there’s nothing he can do about it, so he keeps joking around like if nothing had happened. But he remembers how you joked around with him, how you trolled Yoosung with him, how you helped him find his brother and how you LOVED him.

For some reason, everyone on the RFA forgets everything but he doesn’t. He can’t forget and the only thing he can do is joke around and do as if he knows nothing because he doesn’t want you to be in trouble, because he knows his route is too dangerous, BECAUSE HE LOVES YOU.

So he just smile and cheers for you because he knows that’s the best option


(fan)art on tumblr

I’m still baffled by the fact that i get to look at so much art here for free and not only that, I can also choose what kind of art I want on my dash.

The artists of tumblr are amazing, there are so many different styles, there’s water colours, digital art in all its variations, pencil or ink drawings and everything inbetween, there’s photorealistic art (or witchcraft as I like to call it), there are so many colours in your works or none at all, some of you put so much effort into your backgrounds, others convey all the emotions by showing us almost nothing at all, and everytime you put your work on here you have to sit back and hope that at least a few people who look at the finished piece like it enough so they’ll move their cursor to that little heart and click it or even hit reblog. Maybe two or three people leave a nice comment or some cool tags. You can only hope there’s no angry anon who’s pissed because your work shows a ship they don’t like or - god beware - you dared to draw some original characters instead of their favourites. Those anons are obnoxious, wrong and don’t deserve any attention at all.

I can honestly say that I would pay money to see your art displayed the way it deserves. Just imagine a world wide travelling exhibition with art from  @alifetimeaheadtoprovethat, @purrlockholmes, @miesart, @clairedrawsairdraws, @tillieke, @arkarti, @enerjax, @willietheplaidjacket, @rdjlock, @wolfcharm, @hollyashes and @ruiriel to name just a few. I’d be so there!! 

Damn, I wish I had the money to fly you over here to paint my walls. It’d be so amazing to walk into the front door to be greeted by @tillieke‘s life sized John Finnemore modelling a silly hat or to have John and Sherlock watching over you in your favourite reading spot and the Cabin Crew brightening each day when you’re sitting down at the kitchen table. Well, if I ever win the lottery I’ll have to buy some plane tickets.  Until then I will enjoy your art here.

TLDR: Thank you to all artists out there, you’re brilliant!

If this ever happened..
  • Zen: You helped me when I was struggling, I'm so grateful. I learnt that I should never give up, all thanks to you. I love you.
  • Yoosung: I became someone better to be worthy of you, thank you for helping me reach my true potential. I love you.
  • Jaehee: I realized that it was more important to follow my dreams, I reach my own happiness because of you. Thank you, let's be friends.
  • Jumin: You're the only one who could understand me, you made me feel something. You saw through my threads, thank you, my princess. I love you.
  • 707: You never left my side. You supported me, even if I kept pushing you away. You helped me get my brother back.. I love you so much.
  • RFA: Thank you, for everything.. Now, please choose one of us.
  • Me: ...
  • Me: THe feELS
  • Me: I CHOOSE THE CAT
Check, Please

Would you mind doing an imagine or a one shot with either Rossi, Hotch or Reid where the reader and them are getting married and she wants to keep her last name and she ends up keeping her last name even though everyone else is against it except the guy you choose? Also I absolutely love your writing it makes me so happy to find someone that writes absolutely everything. I also get so excited when I finally have enough time to sit an read your work.

I can do this!  I hope that you enjoy it, because here is your one-shot, comin’ ‘atcha!


“You aren’t taking his last name?”

“She isn’t taking your last name?”

“Have you talked to her about it?  I bet if you did, she would.”

“What about hyphenation?”

“It’s just tradition, it doesn’t mean anything.”

The two of you had heard it all.  Ever since you entrusted parts of your wedding to Spencer with the team, you knew it was only a matter of time before they found out that you weren’t taking Spencer’s last name.

And they were trying everything in their power to change it.

“I’m sorry that that they keep bringing it up,” Spencer would murmur lowly in your ear.

But never did he outright say that he was alright with it.

“Spencer?” you ask one evening as you mindlessly twirl your pasta.

“Yes?” he asks as he takes a sip of his drink and smiles at you.

“Does it bother you that I’m not taking your last name?”

You watched his reaction closely.  You had picked up a few tips on how to read people better since you had been with Spencer, and it served you well sometimes.

But this time you had a really hard time reading him, and you were concerned.

“Has someone said something to you again?” he asks.

You didn’t want to tell him that Garcia had asked if you had asked him.  You didn’t want to tell him that she felt it wasn’t right that you hadn’t.

But it had gotten your cogs turning, even though you had stormed out of her office lair angry.

“No,” you state.

“You’re lying,” Spencer calls you out.

“It doesn’t matter,” you shrug.

“It does,” Spencer emphasizes.

“Answer the question,” you ask pointedly.

The two of you looked at each other for a while.  The restaurant faded away, and details of the wedding became obscure as panic began to flood your mind.

But Spencer’s voice pierced through the stress and the worry, and reached down to the scared little girl who was afraid of making someone she loved angry.

“It doesn’t bother me,” Spencer says.

You read his expression, looking for indications that he was lying.

But he knew what you were doing, and it caused him to smile.

“Really,” he lulls lowly as he takes your hand across the table, “it doesn’t bother me at all.”

His fingers began to play with your engagement ring.  The two of you looked down and smiled at it, thinking back to that beautiful morning where you had rolled over and he had been holding it between his fingers, his hair mussed from sleep and his eyes clouded over with anxiousness.

It had been so simple, and so heartfelt, and you had pulled him into your arms and covered his entire body with kisses that morning as the word “yes” tumbled from not your lips, but Spencer’s, time and time again.

“Taking a man’s last name is a very old tradition that took the place of a written deed,” Spencer began. “Taking a man’s last name after the dowry for the woman was exchanged was a way for him to imprint upon her that she was his property, quite literally.”

You looked up into his eyes to find him staring at you.

“You are not my property, Y/N,” Spencer says earnestly.  “You are my partner.  My equal.  Our last names…they don’t have to match for me to know you love me.”

Your eyes were beginning to mist over as Spencer lets go of your hand and brings it up to cup your cheek.

“You marrying me says all of that,” he says lightly.

And as you nuzzle your cheek into his warm, smooth skin, the waitress comes back around with fresh drinks as the smell of your food begins to waft up through your nostrils.

“Wanna finish dinner and get dessert at home?” you ask sultrily.

You giggled as Spencer licked his lips and darted his eyes up to the waitress.

“To go containers, please?” he asks quickly.

And you threw your head back in laughter as the waitress scampered off quickly.

Hermit (Credence x Reader imagine)

I saw this prompt and my hand slipped. I hope @imaginingcredence won’t eat me for taking it! This is my first imagine, so please be kind?

Summary: Reader is not a people person, but they can’t leave Credence to freeze, can they now?

Word count: 1.302


Your self-imposed exile was a pleasing experience – even more than you had imagined before choosing it. While you’d learned to love your house at some point, Ilvermorny had always been too much of everything. Too many people, too many arrangements, not nearly enough privacy. Finishing the school had been the best day of your life so far, especially since you could finally move to your dream home. A tiny house in the middle nowhere, well hidden from the eyes of no-majs. You even got a puppy in addition to your familiar.

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Choose me.

I’ll sit with you on the bathroom floor until the thoughts in your head decide to sleep.

Choose me.

I’ll run around and chase you in the kitchen until our legs are too tired to carry us.

Choose me.

I’ll hold you while you sleep and pull you closer the more you toss and turn.

Choose me.

I’ll slow dance with you in our bedroom and it will feel like time stops.

Choose me.

I’ll make the world not seem so lonely.

Choose me.

I can be everything for you if you allow it.

Choose me.

—  love me

No one likes to fall. And few people would ever choose to drown. But in struggling through the ocean of this life, sometimes it’s so hard not to let the world in. Sometimes the ocean does enter us. The dunya does seep into our hearts.

And like the water that breaks the boat, when dunya enters, it shatters our heart. It shatters the boat. Recently, I was reminded of what a broken boat looks like, of what happens when you let everything in. I was reminded because I saw someone, just like me, fall in love too much with this life and seek to be filled by the creation. So the ocean of dunya shattered her boat, as it had shattered mine, and she fell out into the water. But she stayed down too long, and didn’t know how to come back up or what to hold on to.

So she drowned.

If you allow dunya to own your heart, like the ocean that owns the boat, it will take over. You will sink down to the depths of the sea. You will touch the ocean floor. And you will feel as though you were at your lowest point. Entrapped by your sins and the love of this life, you will feel broken. Surrounded by darkness. That’s the amazing thing about the floor of the ocean. No light reaches it.

But, this dark place is not the end. Remember that the darkness of night precedes the dawn. And as long as your heart still beats, this is not the death of it. You don’t have to die here. Sometimes, the ocean floor is only a stop on the journey. And it is when you are at this lowest point, that you are faced with a choice. You can stay there at the bottom, until you drown. Or you can gather pearls and rise back up—stronger from the swim, and richer from the jewels.

If you seek Him, God can raise you up, and replace the darkness of the ocean, with the light of His sun. He can transform what was once your greatest weakness into your greatest strength, and a means of growth, purification and redemption. Know that transformation sometimes begins with a fall. So never curse the fall. The ground is where humility lives. Take it. Learn it. Breathe it in. And then come back stronger, humbler and more aware of your need for Him. Come back having seen your own nothingness and His greatness. Know that if you have seen that Reality, you have seen much. For the one who is truly deceived is the one who sees his own self—but not Him. Deprived is the one who has never witnessed his own desperate need for God. Reliant on his own means, he forgets that the means, his own soul, and everything else in existence are His creation.

Seek God to bring you back up, for when He does, He will rebuild your ship. The heart that you thought was forever damaged will be mended. What was shattered will be whole again. Know that only He can do this. Seek Him.
And when He saves you, beg forgiveness for the fall, feel remorse over it—but not despair. As Ibn ul Qayyim (ra) has said: “Satan rejoiced when Adam (peace be upon him) came out of Paradise, but he did not know that when a diver sinks into the sea, he collects pearls and then rises again.”

There is a powerful and amazing thing about tawbah (repentance) and turning back to Allah (swt). We are told that it is a polish for the heart. What’s amazing about a polish is that it doesn’t just clean. It makes the object that is polished even shinier than it was before it got dirty. If you come back to God, seek His forgiveness, and refocus your life and heart on Him, you have the potential to be even richer than if you’d never fallen at all. Sometimes falling and coming back up gives you wisdom and humility that you may never otherwise have had. Ibn ul Qayyim (ra) writes:

“One of the Salaf (Pious Predecessors) said: “Indeed a servant commits a sin by which he enters Paradise; and another does a good deed by which he enters the Fire.” It was asked: How is that? So he replied: “The one who committed the sin, constantly thinks about it; which causes him to fear it, regret it, weep over it and feel ashamed in front of his Lord—the Most High—due to it. He stands before Allah, broken-hearted and with his head lowered in humility. So this sin is more beneficial to him than doing many acts of obedience, since it caused him to have humility and humbleness—which leads to the servant’s happiness and success—to the extent that this sin becomes the cause for him entering Paradise. As for the doer of good, then he does not consider this good a favor from his Lord upon him. Rather, he becomes arrogant and amazed with himself, saying: I have achieved such and such, and such and such. So this further increases him in self-adulation, pride and arrogance—such that this becomes the cause for his destruction.”

Allah (swt) reminds us in the Qur’an to never lose hope. He says: “Say, ‘O My servants who have transgressed against their souls [by sinning], despair not of the mercy of Allah. Indeed, Allah forgives all sins. Indeed, it is He who is the Forgiving, the Merciful,’” (39:53).

And so, this is a call to all those who have become enslaved by the tyranny of the self, imprisoned in the dungeon of the nafs (self) and desires. It is a call to all those who have entered the ocean of dunya, who have sunk into its depths, and become trapped by its crushing waves. Rise up. Rise up to the air, to the Real world above the prison of the ocean. Rise up to your freedom. Rise up and come back to life. Leave the death of your soul behind you. Your heart can still live and be stronger and purer than it ever was. Does not the polish of tawbah remake the heart even more beautiful than it was? Remove the veil you have sewn with your sins. Remove the veil between you and Life, between you and Freedom, between you and Light—between you and God. Remove the veil and rise up. Come back to yourself. Come back to where you began. Come back Home. Know that when all the other doors have shut in your face, there is One that is always open. Always. Seek it. Seek Him and He will guide you through the waves of the cruel ocean, into the mercy of the sun.

This world cannot break you—unless you give it permission. And it cannot own you unless you hand it the keys – unless you give it your heart. And so, if you have handed those keys to dunya for a while—take them back. This isn’t the End. You don’t have to die here. Reclaim your heart and place it with its rightful owner:
God.

—  Yasmin Mogahed, excerpt from “Reclaim Your Heart”

dammitsirius  asked:

wolfstar for the valentine's ship meme?

  • who buys the flowers: SIRIUS. he is such a sap.
  • who eats all the candy hearts: remus. lol.
  • who says not to buy gifts but does anyway: SIRIUS. and then remus is always like… dude….. you promised.
  • who says i love you first: sirius.
  • who pays for dinner: sirius.
  • who writes the love letters: remus.
  • who initiates pda: SIRIUS. he can’t keep his hands off remus. lol.
  • who is the most emotionally vulnerable: they are both so emotionally vulnerable, i can’t choose who is more so.
  • who brings up having kids: sirius, but remus is terrified.
  • who takes everything seriously: okay like sirius is a prankster but he takes life really fucking seriously when it comes to his personal relationships and stuff.
  • who is the hopeless romantic: sirius.
  • who is the jealous type: REMUS. OH MY GOD.
  • who hogs the blankets: remus.
  • who apologizes first after an argument: sirius, for sure.
  • who proposes: sirius.
  • what are their pet names for each other: they are the “babe” and “baby” couple. lol.