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types of students: times of day

2am: neon lights, big dreams, phone notifications on, life plans in a journal, random burst of productivity, quiet unless with friends, poetry, working hard for something and achieving it

6am: studying with friends, pastel aesthetic, empty coffee shops, plant pots, expensive highlighters, bullet journaling, english class, finishing assignments on time, croissants

9am: motivational speeches, coffee supply that could last a year, full face of make-up, political science, perfectionism, trying your very best at everything, studying all days, hard work, ap classes

1pm: drinking tea, healthy snacks, study group, procrastination, scrolling studyblr, cute pajamas, easy a’s, philosophical conversations, getting distracted, lots of motivation, a bit lost, undecided major

3pm: after-school activities, one specific dream college, appreciating the aesthetic, reaching your goals, student council president, becoming friends with teachers, smiling in the hardest of times, studyspo pictures

7pm: messy handwriting, doodles on the paper, always looking your best, bold lipstick, scattered ideas, dark skies, tumblr in class, always the first to apologize after an argument, sweet voice, good heart

12pm: physical textbooks, libraries, campus marble walls, slow burn romance, reminiscing of what could have been, cries over bad grades, old soul, vintage

types of people

shades of purple

lavender: oversized sweaters, stark contrasts, misunderstood jokes, loud laughter, pencil shading rubbing off on skin, overflowing emotions, appreciated nostalgia, star-gazing, late-night conversations

wisteria: adrenaline crashes, ocean mist, layering clothes, lighthearted games of truth or dare, messy hair, bubbly laughter from excess energy, the tired satisfaction of a full day

lilac: neon lights, bright cities, slightly smudged make-up, a fast beating heart, secret confessions, too-loud music, wide smiles between friends, freedom from deadlines, the ache of what could have been

mauve: comfortable silences, rainy days, organized shelves, discovering a new interest, hot tea, eye bags, getting lost in thought, absentminded singing, the epiphany that comes from understanding a concept

plum: smiling at a stranger, spontaneous conversations, winged eyeliner, total honesty, animated gestures, fluorescent lighting, stores at 2am, pinkie promises, holding hands, reminiscent stories, conversations about the future

amethyst: uncertain smiles, subtle exchanged glances, paint-stained hands, inside jokes, cups of coffee, multi-tasking, unspoken promises, a not-quite persistent yearning, shaky breaths, a constantly calm demeanor

types of note takers

a: spend more time picking which pen and washi tape to use than actually taking notes. their notebook is a giant rainbow explosion.

b: simple. one pen, one notebook, maybe a highlighter if they’re feeling fancy.

c: takes notes on their laptop. organized, minimalist, timely. they have two windows open at all times: homework and tumblr.

d: doesn’t take many notes because they zone out for half of each class and is on their phone for the rest.

e: audio records the classes as well as taking notes by hand. later re-writes notes and types them *just in case* they lose their notebook. they never do.

f: never actually shows up to class, and if they do, they somehow forgot to bring a pen and paper.

g: you never see them taking any notes, instead they are always eating chipotle or mcdonalds in class. yet somehow they have the highest grade in the class.

“He was like a painting you wanted to burn so you could finally stop staring at it.”

— Krampuslauf, Holly Black | My True Love Gave to Me

weather as types of people

Wind: Nomadic people are those who love wind. They are born of change and circumstance. Their worst enemy is the jailor of restriction. Seldom seen with restricting clothes, they like to move as they please. Messages pass their hands many times a day, and they love to be the bearer of news: whether good or bad, gossip or fun. They are desert people: hearts of sand and time, ever changing, always different. They are late-night pitstop people: gas station spirits and moonlight souls. People of change, people of destiny, people of drive.

Rain: Gentle souls. Instead of being in constant state of growth like most people, they are in a constant state of settling into themselves. Their presence is a calming one, even if they are not calm within themselves. They create effortlessly, ideas always flowing from them when they are present. When ideas are not present, the drought comes: not a drought of dehydration, but a drought of inspiration. When this drought comes, the people of rain have nothing to offer. All creativity is gone, all motive is lost. That is, until it rains again. A mysterious people, are those made of rain.

Thunder: Thunderous people can often be too loud, too much, and too frightening to those who do not understand them. Their anger holds the power of the earth, and heaven forbid you should see one cry. While they may shout and laugh, and be the greatest presence in the room, their loudness does not reflect who they are. Stormy emotion is their way to be heard, even if it isn’t the way they are best understood. You do not know a person of thunder, until you have studied while one slept next to you, or watched from a distance as they created something. You can hold no judgement to their stormy hearts until you take the time to know one. And should you manage to befriend one, you will find a strange sense of ancientness in their mannerisms. In the way they look off into the distance when they think nobody is watching, in how their art reflects people and places that no longer exist, in how they breathe so steadily beside you, as if they are meant to live forever.

Hail: Just like that embarrassing thing that happened to you in second grade, just like a memory that fills you with nostalgia at odd hours of the night, so hail people only appear in the moments before you fall asleep. They are beautiful in person, yes, but it is not until you have a time to ponder their beauty that you begin to see how incredible they truly are. Buffeted by wind, thrust up into the sky over and over again, their hearts have hardened to ice. But ice can melt; that is apparent with people of this kind. Give them a warm touch, and a kind eye. They will melt, and it will be beautiful.

Snow: Falling slowly, falling beautifully. People of snow are quiet and sad, but there is beauty in it. They drift downward, decorating the world with beauty as they go. You don’t see them much, since they’re quiet and rarely around. But it isn’t until they go missing that you realize how much they’ve impacted your life. They have an odd habit of making everything seem alright. When they speak, it is as if all the world is silent around them. You can never quite describe it, but they have a gentle peace about them: as if they know they are quickly failing, and are content with darkness that will approach. I’m sorry if you’ve ever held one’s hand, because there is no falling out of love with them. I’m sorry if you’ve ever heard one sing, because their music will never stop ringing in your ears. They are quiet. They are beautiful. They impact you in small ways, until everything you’re made up of seems to hold a piece of them.

Hey! I love your blog :) I just wanted to ask if you know any relatively long Wolfstar fics on Ao3 that are more or less completely AU or Non-Magic AU? There probably a lot lmao, so I’m just wondering what your favourites are if it’s not too much of a problem?? Thank you :)

Sure! :) Here are some of my favorites for you!

Aduantas by GoodFrith

A fallen star might be everything Remus needs to turn his entire life around but tracking it down might mean biting off more than he can chew.

Retrial by phoenixgal

Remus Lupin, host of the popular podcast Retrial, decides to focus on the case of Sirius Black, a man convicted of murdering his high school best friend, for his upcoming season. Remus has gotten too close to his subjects in the past, so he promises himself that won’t happen this time.

A Cure For Nightmares by picascribit

1976-1978: There’s a mysterious new boy at St Godric’s boarding school, and Sirius can’t stop thinking about him, but the secret Remus is keeping might break Sirius’s heart.

Stalking Sirius by remuslives23

Reluctant paparazzo, Remus Lupin, manipulates his way into rock star, Sirius Black’s, life, hoping for a scoop that will kick start his flagging career. Instead, he finds himself torn between his growing feelings for Sirius, and the article of a lifetime.

Long Live Living (If Living Can Be This) by excaliburned

It’s the final summer before university, and Sirius has a sneaking suspicion he’s missing something. A summer of pillow-forts, drinking & numerous re-watches of Dirty Dancing ensues. Non-magical AU set in Warwick Castle.

Time is a Fine Invention by bluepeony

Sirius Black expected university to be simple; a medley of moonlight trysts and Good Times. What he didn’t expect was the yearning for home, the strains on his friendships, or falling for the hot-tempered History student Remus Lupin.

Desperado by fluorescentgrey

West Texas, 1861. “I’m unsure when we elected to hand the reigns of this operation over to a hophead felon and a bottom-tier bounty hunter.”

Text Talk by merlywhirls

Sirius is in boarding school, Remus is in hospital, and they don’t know each other until Sirius texts the wrong number.

Chivalry is not dead

Hi have some more boys

Owl boys: Have you ever see them in the daylight? Probably not, can survive off minimal amounts of food, hot coffee for the soul, lives in pajamas, looks tired all the time that’s because they are, neutral face makes them look like a murderer, mood swings like winter wind

Six-string boys: Always have their nose in a notebook writing song lyrics, aspiring musician, they live in music shops, walls are covered in song lyrics their own and others, becomes entranced by the radio, has at least 2 guitars, can make a rhythm with almost nothing

Spray paint boys: Too many art supplies, tattoos and piercings, very punk aesthetic, always getting in trouble for nothing, paint covered skinny jeans, always wearing the same worn out hoodie many are convinced it’s their skin, walls covered in bumper stickers and paint

Cat boys: Music = life, comes off as a jerk but is actually too nice, but still be cautious because they will fight you, kindest smile, too sarcastic and sassy, leggings for days, problems with trust, laughs at corny jokes, acts like they are full of themselves but it’s actually just the opposite, cuddles™

Cereal box boys: Early birds, has at least four coexist stickers, has never been awake past 11 PM and has never been asleep past 8 AM, natural energy, long walks at dawn, books are better than humans, loose jeans and walking shoes is all they need, have a special spoon for cereal