☆ K . L . Y . D . S ☆

it’s also an orange flag.

and a yellow flag. and a green, a blue and a purple one.

have you never heard someone speak with the gravel in their voice when they get angry? Because that’s what a growl is.

Have you never heard someone sharply whisper something through the thin space of their teeth? Or when your mother sharply told you to stop it in public as a kid when you were acting up/being too loud? Because that’s what a hiss is.

Have you never heard a man get so blackout angry that their voice BOOMS through the house? Because that’s what a roar is.

Have you never seen someone bare their teeth while talking to accentuate their frustration or anger while speaking with a vicious tone? Because that’s what snarling is.

No pressure I just love your work!!!!!

ty for ur request! I took starving artist literally because it's an unfortunate truth so tw for having little money ♡

"Did you eat today?" you ask a very tired Remus. 

He's collapsed on your sofa with a hot water bottle held to his sore hip. His response comes sluggishly. "Yeah, I did. Did you?" 

"What did you have?" 

He turns his head to watch you where you're looking through your fridge. It's better stocked than his, but barely. "James' mum sent him with a bunch of things. Are you hungry? We can go out if you want to, dove." 

The door shuts with a thunk. You turn to him, a starving artist in your own right. There's oil paint lining the stretch of your naked forearm. If he weren't so tired from work and rehearsal he'd rub it away for you with a little of the white spirit you keep in the corner of your flat sarcastically dubbed 'the studio'. As it is, the thought of standing makes him want to cry. 

You sit heavily on the armrest by his head, turned so you're facing each other. Your hand, similarly paint-flecked, cards through his hair tenderly. "We can't afford it." 

"I have it." 

"But to spend on takeaway?" 

He closes his eyes because your touch is more soothing than any balm, and because you're right. If you get food tonight he won't be able to get the bus tomorrow, and if he can't get the bus he can't work. He feels more than guilty about it; if he hadn't needed new strings he could treat you to something nice. You deserve something nice. 

He curls his fingers around your elbow and follows a soft line up until he's covering your hand with his own and pulling it to his mouth. He kisses your palm slowly, eyes closed. 

"When this whole thing works out, I'll get you everything," he promises quietly.

Everything. You'll never worry about food or rent or clothes. He'll cut your credit card in half. He'll buy you a thousand different oil paints, every colour he can find. 

"I don't want everything," you say, without a hint of performance. "I just want you." 

literally all between the ages of 13-21

Right out of school and into the mouth of death

Hell, Reg got the mark at 16 when dumbledore was fully aware that he was in an abusive death eater household but didn't get him out. There was no way he DIDN'T know why Sirius had no choice but to run so why was DumbleWhore so happy leaving Reg there after?

Maybe they all fought and killed and harmed

But HE raised and manipulated two generations of child soldiers when he knew he could end it all himself

How's that comparable?

And I'm not a Draco Stan

But why did he only offer him help when it directly affected him? He was the child of two known death eater families and was clearly not okay but dearest dumbles only offers help AFTER this TEENAGE BOY (again, 16) had been forced into getting the mark because it was part of his little plan

because why did reg not get help but sirius did??? THEY LIVED IN THE SAME HOUSE and it wasn’t sirius’ responsibility to get them out, it was the adult’s.

Andromeda: escapes

Dumbledore: hm how strange, I wonder why she ran from her family. I bet her sisters are fine staying there tho, idc about all those slytherins lol

Sirius: escapes a few years later

Dumbledore: hmmmm, him and his friends say his parents were abusive...let's leave his brother there bc I hate slytherins and it's less effort

LIKE BITCH

Remus was absolutely dumbles weapon from the day he got his hogwarts letter

And dumbledore KNEW Sirius was innocent but let them all die and then let him get locked in a torturous environment AGAIN

Summary: soulmate!au in which when one soulmate loses something, their other half finds it. 

When Bucky begins finding things that don’t belong to him, he realizes he has a soulmate in the modern world after all. Even though they should be perfectly matched, he struggles to find a reason why he should meet her, and be a part of her life, convincing himself she’s better off without him. 

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 4175

Warnings: Mentions of some WS stuff, nothing graphic. 

Author’s Note: Thank you to my lovely Tanya @velvetofyourheart for gracing me with the idea for this fic. I hope you all like it!

Lost things don’t float into the ether. They don’t remain in the world of dropped chapsticks, misplaced rings, forgotten jackets on park benches.

They arrive, sooner or later, in the hands of someone that will keep them safe. People delight in the fact that their soulmates things come to them for safekeeping. It’s like getting a small gift from the person that’s meant for you.

Bucky had thought he was mateless. Had prayed to a god he didn’t believe in that he didn’t have a soulmate. He certainly didn’t have one before.

Before the war, before the fall, before he died and suffered and was reborn.

And he had been confused when objects he didn’t own first started appearing after. He thought any mate he could have had would be long dead, though he remembers being disappointed day after day when he never found anything that wasn’t his own.

Piles of handwritten letters, a necklace, a shoelace, a bottle of nail polish, hair tie after hair tie after hair tie. One sneaker, a journal, homework.

Mostly though, his soulmate seems to lose letters.

Purposefully, it would seem.

I think some people fail to realize that men can be sexually assaulted, too, and not just by other men. This girl shoves him against the wall and slaps him three fucking times when he pushes her away. Heck, he has to push her away twice before she backs off for a moment. Then she goes right back to kissing him.