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hi so we can in fact enjoy pathetic loser characters without being ableist! i looove pathetic loser remus but it’s disgusting and ableist to say he’s pathetic because he’s disabled…come on y’all, i’m so sick of this.

Honestly I love how wolfstar are both a little pathetic, but they still think the other one is so freaking cool lol

You'll see remus spilling tea all over his grandpa jumpers, complaining about chronic pain, going to bed by nine, hating on every new popular trend and sirius will remain absolutely terrified that one day moony's gonna wake up and discover he's just too cool for him.

On the other hand, sirius trips on every damn sidewalk because he insists on wearing pants too big for his size, whines every morning about his bread crusts and needs remus to kiss any paper cut he might have. And remus is still drooling all over him every step of the way.

Just a quick sketch because I desperately needed this ❤️

“these characters should be mentally healthy before they get together 😌” ummm no I actually think we should smash their mental illnesses together like clumps of play-doh and see what colors it makes

bonfire night

I need all my American friends to consider this because I need more of it in my Wolfstar fics — bonfire night. 

Bonfire night is, obviously, a nightmare. Your whole town squished into a small space, usually a field, but as a queer teen it’s great. ( My first queer experience was holding hands with a girl on bonfire night.)

Imagine for a moment — Sirius Black experiencing that muggle tradition for the first time. Pressed up against Remus cause there really is no room when your whole town is smushed together in one place, an opportunity for him to get close to Remus. Bundled up in a dozen layers and still cold, James’ arm wrapped around him, pitch black sky and seeing nothing but his own breath until suddenly, as the chanting crowd gets to ‘one’ the sky lights up in colour. Remus’ face glowing with reds and blues and purples, Remus glancing at him, hands brushing, fingers intwining because, again, it’s a tight crowd. No one to see this moment between them. Magic for a very different reason. Going home to light sparklers and eat good food and watch tv and the phantom feelings of someone’s hand in his.  It’d be his favourite holiday.

we need more bonfire nights!

FINISHED DRAFTING CHAPTER 4 OF LOTF ‼️‼️ i just need to edit it now!! gonna try to cut some stuff because it is…Long.

if I ever reblog something that’s AI please tell me so I can delete it because I don’t want that absolute slop on my flawless tumblr

i don't want to see AI art and i don't want to read AI stories. you know what i do want? typos. you using the wrong word because it sounds just like the right one. plot holes. shaky lines. pencil sketch marks you forgot to erase. a scribble in the corner you didn't crop out. you know why i want them? because they're yours. your typos, your scribbles, your plot holes, your shaky lines. you know why i want them to be yours? because i'm in love with you. i'm holding your hand right now and our pinkies are wrapped around each another. you're pointing out all the ways you're flawed and i'm kissing your forehead anyway

Sirius, winking at Remus: Remus, dropping his books: Peter: "Moony, you good?" Remus: "no. i'm deceased. tell my story."