Sirius: Moony, if you had to describe me in one word, what would it be?
Remus: Annoying.
Sirius: Okay, rude. Try again.
Remus: Infuriating. Ridiculous
Sirius, pouting: Moony—
Remus, kissing the tip of his nose: Fine. Mine.
Sirius, immediately flustered: Oh.
Sirius, slamming a piece of parchment in front of Remus: That’s it! Sign here, and first thing Monday, I’ll see you in court!
James, Lily, and everyone else, frozen in horror: WHAT?!
Remus, calmly shaking his head: He means at the marriage registry. Babe, that’s the worst way to tell our friends we’re getting married.
Everyone: YOU’RE ENGAGED?!
Sirius, smirking: Not after Monday I’m not. I’ll be married.
a writing competition i was going to participate in again this year has announced that they now allow AI generated content to be submitted
their reasoning being that "we couldn't ban it even if we wanted to, every writer already uses it anyway"
"Every writer"?
come on
Fanfiction is so silly. I am playing with my dolls and people are coming over to watch. Some of them even clap and give me compliments. And when I'm done playing, I can go and watch other people play with their dolls.
Uk peeps!! Let’s get this going! 🏳️⚧️🇬🇧
Love fics where being a werewolf is part of Remus’ everyday life. It affects his senses, like better smell and night vision. Him eating two times his weight one day and not being able to touch food the other. Even better when it affects his magic, making it a little wilder and him being naturally good at wandless magic. Then there’s of course all the pain pre and post moon. I’m a proud advocate for Remus having to use a cain sometimes and hating it because ‘he’s only 16 for god’s sake and there are too many damn stairs in this fucking castle’.
things rjl would cry over
Unread books
A shop having an opening ceremony but no customers are there
Deactivated tumblr accounts
A bug dying
The pyramids
The pig war (he feels bad 4 the pig)
A broken laptop that's unfixable
small cars
Baby ducks
A post w 3 notes
An ad poster that has a tear in it
loose change
Remus has always convinced himself he just prefers to be alone. That’s why he gets overwhelmed in parties or feels so small in crowded rooms. That’s why he has gotten used to spending time on his own instead of forcing himself to interact with people.
That is, until Sirius Black appears in his life, and his “alone time” means never being alone again.
Because, as he calmly reads a book, his hand will find its way to a cascade of dark curls and he will enjoy a soft, familiar humming as background music.
As he goes for a walk, he will share one of his headphones with a warm presence next to him and he will blush every time his hand brushes long, cold fingers, and his pinkie intertwines with his other half.
As he needs to cry, gentle arms will wrap around him and a firm caress on his back will remind him he is safe, home.
Next to Sirius, he learns company can be loud, chaotic and exhilarating, but it can also be sweet whispers, a comforting but shared silence and the constant reminder that he, Remus Lupin, can be loved the way he is.
You all need to hear this:
1. You probably dont suck at your craft as much as you think you do, I bet a lot of people are amazed at what you can make, and
2. If you actually are the Literal Worst In The Whole Wide World at your craft... who the fuck cares? What are they gonna do, call the police on you? Keep making your shitty little things, youre the boss of you, fuck the haters.
As of the time of this post, AO3 has been scraped by yet another shady individual looking to make a quick buck off the backs of hardworking hobby writers. This Reddit post here has all the details and the most current information. In short, if your fic URL ends in a number between 1 and 63,200,000 (inclusive), AND is not archive locked, your fic has been scraped and added to this database.
I have been trying to hold off on archive locking my fics for as long as possible, and I've managed to get by unscathed up to now. Unfortunately, my luck has run out and I am archive locking all of my current and future stories. I'm sorry to my lovelies who read and comment without an account; I love you all. But I have to do what is best for me and my work. Thank you for your understanding.