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New Chapter!

today my baby fic has grown just a bit it's a Klaus retelling with the marauders and in chapter 2 we finally meet Remus!

Postmarked on ao3 (and now with ch 2)

the thing is that childhood doesn't just end when you turn 18 or when you turn 21. it's going to end dozens of times over. your childhood pet will die. actors you loved in movies you watched as a kid will die. your grandparents will die, and then your parents will die. it's going to end dozens and dozens of times and all you can do is let it. all you can do is stand in the middle of the grocery store and stare at freezers full of microwave pizza because you've suddenly been seized by the memory of what it felt like to have a pizza party on the last day of school before summer break. which is another ending in and of itself

English has so many words, but somehow it is still woefully incomplete.

23 Emotions people feel, but can’t explain

Sonder: The realization that each passerby has a life as vivid and complex as your own.

Opia: The ambiguous intensity of Looking someone in the eye, which can feel simultaneously invasive and vulnerable.

Monachopsis: The subtle but persistent feeling of being out of place.

Énouement: The bittersweetness of having arrived in the future, seeing how things turn out, but not being able to tell your past self.

Vellichor: The strange wistfulness of used bookshops.

Rubatosis: The unsettling awareness of your own heartbeat.

Kenopsia: The eerie, forlorn atmosphere of a place that is usually bustling with people but is now abandoned and quiet.

Mauerbauertraurigkeit: The inexplicable urge to push people away, even close friends who you really like.

Jouska: A hypothetical conversation that you compulsively play out in your head.

Chrysalism: The amniotic tranquility of being indoors during a thunderstorm.

Vemödalen: The frustration of photographic something amazing when thousands of identical photos already exist.

Anecdoche: A conversation in which everyone is talking, but nobody is listening

Ellipsism: A sadness that you’ll never be able to know how history will turn out.

Kuebiko: A state of exhaustion inspired by acts of senseless violence.

Lachesism: The desire to be struck by disaster – to survive a plane crash, or to lose everything in a fire.

Exulansis: The tendency to give up trying to talk about an experience because people are unable to relate to it.

Adronitis: Frustration with how long it takes to get to know someone.

Rückkehrunruhe: The feeling of returning home after an immersive trip only to find it fading rapidly from your awareness.

Nodus Tollens: The realization that the plot of your life doesn’t make sense to you anymore.

Onism: The frustration of being stuck in just one body, that inhabits only one place at a time.

Liberosis: The desire to care less about things.

Altschmerz: Weariness with the same old issues that you’ve always had – the same boring flaws and anxieties that you’ve been gnawing on for years.

Occhiolism: The awareness of the smallness of your perspective.

Source article. Where words came from.

this fits my story so well

just yes!

”i hate you for what you did” bellatrix and “and i miss you like a little kid” narcissa about Andromeda

don’t be scared to live lovingly. compliment your friends on the little things and cheer for live bands in small cafes and leave tips when you can. tell the person you saw that you really like their shirt and write cards and letters to the people you love. make playlists for people and don’t be afraid to express your appreciation for others. life is so much better when you live it with love.

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Reblog if you're gay, lesbian, bisexual, pansexual, asexual, transgender or a supporter.

This should be reblogged by everyone. Even if you’re straight, you should be a supporter.

best!

gift!

ever!

new scene from an amazing fic!! never getting over this 🥰

if you haven't already, go read Godlight! I'm proof you do not have to know F1 to enjoy the fic!

Godlight deleted scene - 18+ MDNI

Okay so this is a little deleted scene from chapter 22 of Godlight. I scrapped the idea because I wanted the whole scene to feel sweet and romantic and not a smut-focused part, but for the birthday of my lovely @kelpforestfire I dug it up and you can all enjoy it. If you want the context read the last part of chapter 22 and stop at “I have the feeling you will be a natural.”

Regulus looks up at James with that gleam in his eye that makes James’ whole inside flip around. The corner of his mouth tugs up when he turns away from the counter to lean against it and regard James fully. “What makes you think that?” 

His voice is smooth like honey and James can feel his skin break into goosebumps as Regulus moves his hand to James’ lower arm. There is a challenge in that touch and James battles his instincts to just wrap the man up in his arms and lift him onto the counter. 

He finds a middle ground by bringing his hand to Regulus’ cheek and leaning in to peck the man’s lips chastity so they can get back to the task at hand. What he doesn’t realise is that his hand is covered in flour, leaving a white streak against the flushed cheek that he had just cupped. James chuckles as he attempts to wipe it away but Regulus has already noticed. 

“Did you just smear me with flour?” Regulus asks incredulously and James can’t help but laugh louder at Regulus’ scowl. 

He pulls up a brow with glee as he shrugs. “So what if I did?” 

“Nope, I’m not doing this,” Regulus retorts, pushing James off him and turning to the flour-covered counter, reaching for one of the two balls of dough James has laid out. “We’re not having a food fight.” 

“Oh, but Fres, it would be so romantic,” James fake pouts as he comes to stand behind the man. His earlier admission of keeping the date sweet goes out the window when he encloses his body around Regulus and can feel his cock strain through his jeans against the other’s arse. 

“No,” Regulus protests, reaching for the bag of flour anyway. “It would be corny.” 

James sees it coming, but he is still hit fully in the face with the flour Regulus throws over his shoulder. He splutters while Regulus just laughs as he looks around. 

“You are such a hypocrite,” James says lowly, while he nuzzles his face into the crook of Regulus’ neck to wipe it clean from the flour before planting his lips just beneath Regulus’ ear, right on the tiny mole that lives there. 

This makes Regulus shudder and let out an involuntary ‘Jamie’ that shoots through James’ full body. “What is it, Fres?” James drawls. “Don’t like playing your own game.”

“You’re a dick,” Regulus groans when James takes his studded lobe into his ear and sucks lightly before making his lips travel up to the top of Regulus’ ear. “Are you supposed to fuck on the first date?” 

“Who says we are fucking?” James counters, letting one hand find Regulus’ hip before it travels up his sweater. The other hand reaches for something on the counter. “That would be insanely cheesy.” 

Regulus has no time to protest because James is putting the little piece of Mozarella he grabbed into his mouth quickly. Verbally, he isn’t able to admonish James but the sharp snap of his hips makes James groan lowly when his arse connects to James’ cock almost painfully. 

James reels back from that, giving Regulus the space to turn around quickly. “That was the worst thing I have ever heard come from your mouth, and that is saying something.” 

“And still you agreed to date me,” James grimaces through his half pain, half arousal. 

“I am starting to doubt that decision,” Regulus sighs, rolling his eyes but contradicting his statement as he reaches his hand out to grab James’ shirt and drags him back into his personal space so he can crash his lips to James. 

There is no thought about holding back in that kiss. It’s pure passion and James’ mind goes blank with anything else except for a steady breathing of Regulus’ name that follows the pulse of the blood rushing in his ears. 

He wraps his arms around Regulus, painting the back of his sweater in white flour as he hugs the man close to him. The fist in James’ shirt tightens while Regulus’ free hand comes to tangle into James’ hair so he can pull him even closer. Opening his mouth greedily, James darts his tongue out, plunging it into Regulus’ mouth. The other greets him all too willingly and their tongues dance together as if they are both fighting to get the upper hand. 

James roams his hands from Regulus’ back to his shoulders and back down towards his arse, where he squeezes lightly. It’s not just an excuse to touch his boyfriend but also a silent command. One that Regulus easily follows as he stands on his tiptoes and lets himself be lifted onto the counter. 

They break the kiss, panting heavily as they both realise what James has just done, setting Regulus down in the middle of the flour-covered counter. Regulus looks to where the white powder has dusted up and is now covering the better part of his pants. The emerald eyes shoot back up to James with a different fire blazing in them than James had welcomed just a moment before. 

“James Fleamont–”

James cuts Regulus off by kissing him again, his hands cupping Regulus' head quickly to keep him where he can’t lean back and scold James for his recklessness. To be fair, Regulus has complied just as well, but James knows the Frenchman will conveniently forget that little detail. 

It works. Regulus melts back into James just as easily as before, forgetting all about his ruined pants. James smirks against his lips and he swears he hears Regulus mutter ‘idiot’ between their lips, but the soft pressure of teeth against his bottom lip makes James gasp and the word gets lost in the air between them. 

“Fuck, Fres, I–” James pants as his lack of oxygen is becoming a problem. Regulus doesn’t seem to have the patience to wait for James to catch his breath. He is already dragging his teeth down James’ throat, sucking on his collarbone while his hands work open the button of James’ jeans. 

The feeling of Regulus’ ring against the skin of his lower abdomen snaps him out of his haze for a moment and he leans back, just out of the reach of Regulus’ mouth that had shifted to the other side of James’ neck. “Fres,” James pants, trying to get his half-hearted protest out of his mouth. “The pizza’s–” 

“Forget the pizza, Jamie,” Regulus tells him with dark eyes and danger in his voice that has James stepping back into his arms immediately. He looks through his thick lashes as he continues. “I’d rather eat you.” 

James is gone. No saving him. 

The moan from his throat announces his surrender and Regulus knows it. He grins wickedly before continuing where he left off when James had so rudely interrupted him. 

Sliding from the counter, Regulus takes James’ jeans with him as he kneels to the ground. James has to brace himself against the counter as Regulus pulls out his cock and starts sucking him with such vigour James fears he might collapse any second. One hand is slipping through the flower, the other is wound tightly in Regulus’ still-damp curls. 

“Oh, joder, joder, que se siente–” James spreads his legs a little, so Regulus isn’t squashed between the counter and his knees. The feeling of his lips around his head, the warmth of his mouth engulfing and letting go of him in rapid succession makes the tension in his spine skyrocket. James thought by now he has built a decent stamina, but it is Regulus. He can have the man make love to him every day and he would still have trouble holding onto his orgasm to not come the second the man did anything remotely passionate to him. 

He can feel the fire in his chest burning bright and hot. His fingers pull on Regulus’ curls before James realises what he is doing. He drags the man up to his feet, kissing him fiercely for a moment before letting his own hands find Regulus’ pants buttons and opening them.

“Please, sweetheart,” James pants against his lips. “Let me have you before I lose my mind.” 

Regulus just moans and nods, willingly turning around and laying his chest on the counter. His feet only barely reach the floor, only the tips of his toes finding any purchase on the tiles. James’ mind spins with the sight of Regulus like this, splayed out over his kitchen counter, arse bare, legs spread and his cheek pressed in the remaining flour. 

“Fuck me, Jamie,” Regulus commands. His face lifts a little so he can look James in the eyes, that gaze burning into his own retina. 

“Shit, on it, yes, god’s Regulus, don’t–” James scrambles his brain together as he looks around frantically. He can’t just fuck Regulus dry, it would hurt like a bitch and the last thing he wants right now is to hurt his boyfriend. He wants to make him feel good, even in the situation he is in, he is determined to make Regulus scream in only pleasure. 

His eyes land on the glass bottle he keeps his oil in and his hand is already reaching when Regulus kicks his leg out with a huff. “Absolutely not, go grab lube from the bedroom.” 

“But–” James tries to smirk through his lust-muddled brain, but Regulus isn’t letting him get a word in. 

“Now, or I will get up and walk out the door.” 

That has James moving quickly. Kicking his jeans –that was still pooling around his ankles– off before sprinting through his hallway to the bedroom, grabbing the bottle he kept in his nightstand before running back as quickly as he can manage.

Regulus is laying seemingly still on the counter but James’ eye falls quickly on his hand that is wrapped around himself, storking lazily. He resumes his place behind Regulus, lubing up his fingers and pushing two into the man while his other hand comes around the front and take over Regulus’ own movements. 

“My job,” he growls low, as he works Regulus open. The man moans in response and James feels his impatience wash over him. He won’t hurt Regulus, so he takes his time prepping the him, but James is buzzing with excitement. The whole scene is a bit scandalous and James revels in the idea of what he is about to do to his boyfriend on his kitchen counter. 

“Merde, Jamie,” Regulus pants, as James angels his fingers just right. “I– I’m ready, please.” 

James doesn’t need to be told twice, removing his fingers and using the residue lube to slick up his own cock before guiding it to Regulus’ entrance. “Fuck, hell, you’re perfect,” James groans as he pushes inside, his free hand grabbing onto Regulus’ hip so tightly he is sure it will bruise. 

Regulus doesn’t seem to mind. He lifts himself a little higher on his toes, giving James a better angle to thrust into him that he gladly utilises. 

“There, right there!” Regulus moans, his mouth going slack as his body moves against the counter on the rhythm of James’ thrusts. His eyes are closed but the expression of complete and utter bliss is so clear on Regulus’ face that the fire of passion and lust burns even hotter as pride is added into the mix. 

“You look so gorgeous like this,” James groans, leaning his full body over Regulus to kiss his cheek, the residue of flour transferring from Regulus’ cheek to James’ lips. He doesn’t mind one bit. 

Regulus opens his eyes and lets out of scoff. “I bet, covered in flour and messily getting fucked is a real sight.” 

James thrusts in hard, once, twice, making Regulus let out a sound between a grunt and a moan. “Don’t contradict me when I call you beautiful. You are beautiful, and so–” thrust, “fucking,” thrust, “good!” 

“Merde, J– Jamie, I’m gonna–” 

James doesn’t need the warning because he can feel Regulus grow in his hand, his orgasm approaching fast and James doubles down to make sure his boyfriend falls off the edge in the best way possible. 

“Come with me, sweetheart,” James breathes in Regulus’ ear, keeping his thrusts as steady as he can while his own pleasure builds and builds, together with Regulus’. 

“Oh fucking, shit,” Regulus moans, as he pushes back on James’ cock one last time before spilling over his hand, onto the counter and against the cabinets with James’ name on his lips. James releases his own tightly held pleasure and comes inside Regulus before collapsing forward onto the smaller mans back. They heave together, coming down from their high when Regulus chuckles.

“What?” James breathes heavily, shifting to the side so he can look at Regulus without sliding out of him yet. 

“I don’t think we can use this batch of dough anymore,’ he murmurs as he lifts his torso a little and pulls a piece of body-flattened dough from under his stomach. 

James blinks. He hadn’t realised that has been laying underneath Regulus the whole time. But when he sees it the laugh bursts from him as well and Regulus rolls his eyes before throwing the piece in his hand at James’ face with a muttered ‘dick’. 

“I think we better wash up and try again?”

James stands than, helping Regulus straighten up as well and laughing again as the full piece of dough falls from Regulus’ body. 

“And actually make the pizza’s now?” Regulus asks, the hope audible in his tone.

James smiles, plucking a piece of dried flower from Regulus’ curls before leaning down to kiss the man. “What did you think? I’m not giving up pizza.”

bring back tumblr ask culture let me. bother you with questions and statements

Friends, we are there. We are at that point. ICE is abducting people off the streets and sending them to concentration camps in El Salvador. That is happening. Trump has said that he’d “love” to send the “homegrowns” to these prisons and told the president of El Salvador to build 5 more. Kilmar Abrego Garcia was kidnapped due to an "administrative error" and the Republican regime is refusing to bring him home, even though the Supreme Court ruled 9-0 that they must. A US citizen from Georgia was arrested in Florida for being an "unauthorized alien" and they refused to release him, even as his mother waved his birth certificate in their faces. (I just learned while making this post that he has now been released and reunited with his family, thank fucking god.) A hundred other horrors have happened that we don't even know about.

No one is coming to save us. We have to save us.

Please, please, please find a (peaceful!) protest this Saturday and attend if you are able. There are also protests planned for May 1. And, frankly, there should be protests every single day, but we have to build momentum and community for that. So let's start.

If you can’t attend a protest, please consider taking another form of action. I was depressed on the train this morning and brainstormed a very incomplete and unofficial list of Things You Can Do:

Print posters advertising the protests and put them up around your neighborhood, your school, your apartment mail room, public restrooms, anywhere.

Spread the word on social media, yes, but also text your family and friends and ask if they know about the 4/19 and 5/1 protests. This date is not getting the same publicity as 4/5 and people are reporting social media posts being suppressed. Direct communication is the most effective.

Call your representatives. The 5 Calls app makes it extremely easy, even if you have phone anxiety. If your reps, like mine, mostly have their voicemails shut down, email them instead. Resistbot makes it super simple. I know it feels like screaming into the void, but it does have an impact. And even if it turns out it doesn’t, it takes 2 minutes. Do it out of spite. Just do it.

Stop buying anything that’s not absolutely essential and start preparing yourself for a general strike. I don’t know that we will get enough of the population on board to do this, but it is our best hope, and each person that is prepared for it makes the reality of it happening a little more likely. If you can, aim to have food and supplies stocked for a few weeks. If you have the means, be extra prepared to help your neighbors. Talk to your friends about this. Start strategizing.

(Also, a note on that general strike website: I'm sharing it for info, but I know a lot of people don't want to sign their name to a strike card. I get it. You don't have to sign up for anything to get prepared for a strike. You don't have to sign up for anything to stop giving your money to this economy. You don't have to sign up for anything to strike, when the day comes. You don't even have to tell anyone. You can just do it.)

If you are financially able, donate to your local food pantry or mutual aid network. The Republican Regime is cutting funding to the food banks in advance of an economic crisis. We are only as strong as the most vulnerable among us. Help your neighbors! A general strike cannot happen without community solidarity. Start building that solidarity now.

Cancel any subscription you can. Especially Amazon. Fuck Amazon. And Target, and Walmart.

If you have to buy something, buy local. Support your community as much as possible. And hey, it's almost farmers market season, hell yeah!

Mask up!!! Do not throw disabled people under the bus in this movement. Wear a mask. It protects the most vulnerable among us, and it protects you. Not just from disease, but also facial recognition technology. And, you know, RFK Jr.

Stay alive. I am sure I’m not the only one who has plunged to new depths of despair over the past few months. Find something to cling to, even if it’s only spite (some days, that’s all I have). Please stay alive. We need you.

DO NOT GIVE INTO THE FEAR OF BEING CRINGE. Taking action in the face of fascism is cool as fuck and anyone who tells you otherwise is trapped in a prison of their own making and they will bring us all down. Do not get distracted by moral purity tests. Do not be afraid, do not be embarrassed. BE CRINGE, BE FREE.

And finally, most importantly, do not let perfect be the enemy of good. We can all only do the best we can under this oppressive capitalist hellscape we’re forced to endure. We're all struggling, we're all tired, we're all scared. Do not guilt yourself into despair and apathy if you have to buy groceries at a big box store or if you can't take off work for a protest because you'll lose your job/house/healthcare. This is the system. This is how it's designed. The important thing is to try. If you can't do one thing, find something else you can do. Little acts add up, and we are all in this together.* As my dad likes to remind me, no one can do everything, but everyone can do something.

Let's do something. <3

*yes I did start humming high school musical here