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I'm 16 years old.
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Title: Circle Jerk
Author: eprime
Pairing: Sort of gen, hints of Wolfstar
Words: 2,069
Rating: R
Summary: PWP. The title says it all. The Marauders get drunk and decide it would be a good time for a circle jerk. NSFW obviously. Sirius at the end of this is perfect.
After James saved Severus
“I’m sorry Moony.”
Why do all of my favorite characters have to die
Playing around with character designs for teenaged Sirius because he’s my fav but I don’t draw him nearly enough.The sassy eye roll in the bottom one was completely necessary
Headcanon: First Change
“We can’t do this. There must be another way.”
“Sweetheart, I know…But he’s safe in there—”
“He’s just a boy, John! He’s just a little boy.”
Even from the small basement underneath the house, the voices of Mr. and Mrs. Lupin echoed through the thinness of the walls. Besides that, there was the soft sound of electricity coming from the one, worn out bulb on the ceiling, flickering light in the darkness. It smelled of dust and humidity. Remus was cold, as there was no heater in the basement, and he had not been allowed to wear shoes or socks. His mother was afraid he would tear them apart. Remus supposed that was the same reason to why his parents could not be in the room with him. They were afraid to be torn apart. That was what werewolves did…they tore things apart. Or at least, that’s what Remus had read.
It started just as the doctor had said. At first, Remus found it difficult to breath and then he lost the ability entirely.
“Remus, you must be strong, alright? For me…For your mother.”
He cried nonetheless, even as he tried to be strong. He tried, but it hurt too much. The fragile, small bones of his hands were the first to change. His feet, his jaw, his ribs followed respectively. Once his spine snapped, Remus voice had left him, barely able to scream any longer.
“The first transformation is the worst. As the years pass, it’ll get better for him…”
The pain stopped. For a moment. It had gone black, and figures appeared in the dark. Remus could only guess his pupils had dangerously dilated. Nails had grown into claws. His mouth was now a snout. His screams were now high pitched growls.
It hurt. It bloody hurt. But mostly…Remus was scared. His hands, his legs, his whole body…they were no longer his. He had lost control. It was like an infection, conquering every corner of his mind.
Stop. Stop it. I need to get out. Mum…Mum! I need to get out. Where am I? Mum? Dad…Stop. Get out. Let me go. Let me go…Stop it. Stop.
Images. Walls. The beast was confined. It slammed itself against the walls, its claws digging themselves to the floor until they bled. It screeched. It howled. From pain. From fear.
It went silent.
Light broke the next morning through the opening of the old curtains. A hand caressed his forehead, pushing his bangs back. “Remus…How are you feeling?”
“Mum?” Remus’ eyes fluttered open, “I…I don’t want to do that again.”
Mrs. Lupin began to cry. Tears falling on Remus’ little hands. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. I’m so sorry.”
Remus Lupin had to transform alone thirty two times before going to Hogwarts and meeting James Potter and Sirius Black.
fly, little king, before reality captures you; fly, fly, far away from here, fly up to the sky, fly down to the water, but don’t get too close, for it might swallow you whole.
(via arcturusregulus)
do your eyes ever randomly go out of focus and then you are too lazy to focus them back in and just stare at nothing for a while
(Source: megaultracass, via artmeansexplosions)
ohohohohohohoh…now that i’ve had some sleeps and foods, and smokes i have emerged victorious. FINALLY CHEEKBONES I CAN DRAW YOU NOW!!!
ahahahaha *flies into space*
(for those of who have been so fortunate as to miss out on my constant whining over these drawings, i’m trying to draw remus lupin using matthew hitt as reference(thanks goes out to basicwitches for the idea). its been a struggle)
(via fortylinestare)
- make a chat system
- give alerts when someone answers your ask
- REMOVE THE FUCKING ‘REBLOG AS A LINK’ THING
- FIX THAT FUCKING TUMBLR VIDEO PLAYER GOD DAMNIT
- search multiple tags at once
- MAYBE HAVE A ‘LIVE VIDEO’ BUTTON OR SOMETHING
- FUCKING REMOVE BLOGS THAT HAVE BEEN INACTIVE FOR 18 MONTHS
- REMOVE BLOGS OF PEOPLE WHO SEND HATE OR VIOLATE THE RULES OF TUMBLR (YEA IM LOOKING AT YOU, 12.9 YEAR OLDS)
- SENT FOLDER SENT FOLDER SENT FOLDER like I’m supposed to remember what I just said
(via lauren-lopez-lover)
Right so im walking home and I see this guy rolling a cigarette under a streetlamp and when he clicked his lighter THE FUCKING STREETLIGHT WENT OUT
I stopped in my tracks and stared at this guy who looks up at me then to his lighter and hes as surprised as me then he takes his thumb off the trigger and THE STREETLIGHT TURNS BACK ON
HE GAVE THE MOST SURPRISED LOOK OF ANYONE EVER AND THEN SHOUTED “LATER MUGGLES” AND FUCKING RAN OFF
AM I DREAMING
(via dancingthrulife5)
