gamorning!

If I keep practicing I might even be a person soon

no bc jeg and jily and allat are debatable but not them, never them

wolfstar flirt like they both have zero gems on episode

thinking about wolfstar showing love through actions. sirius bending down to tie remus’ laces because he knows remus finds shame in asking. remus helping sirius putting on his jewellery. sirius massaging remus’ sore joints. remus keeping sirius company while he takes a nap cause he can’t sleep through the night. sirius helping remus hold his mug steady when his hands shake. remus organising sirius’ cosmetics for him when he’s overwhelmed because the mess makes him feel worse. just little actions that make the other feel so seen and loved.

sirius’ initials are SOB for a reason guys

Thinking about little Remus the first time werewolves are mentioned in defence against the dark arts. His shoulders are too small to fit his robes and his hands shake and his feet can’t even touch the ground as he writes about all the ways he’s a monster.

does anyone wanna talk about how bisexual women are hated and sexualized or are we not ready yet

sirius who is scared of being too much and remus who is scared of being not enough and they kiss

I kinda think we should desexualize nakedness okay.. i kinda don’t think an unclothed human body is inherently sexual okay… especially women ok..

what if i say sybill is someone who vents to trees and talks to them when someone good happens or about people who hurt her or her loved ones because she believes every tree is connected through earth and nature has its own system to remember kindness and cruelty

If wiseflower has no fans, I’m dead.

every july remus and sirius disappear for a week to that rickety old cabin by the lake with no real plans except to be useless and in love. they eat berries straight off the bushes, juice staining their fingers and mouths, sirius always popping the ripest ones between remus’ lips. they cannonball into the water until their skin is pruned and their lungs burn, swimming for hours, splashing and dunking each other before drifting close, all wet hair and slick skin. when they’re all dripping and sun-drunk, sirius climbs on top of remus right there on the wooden planks, and they kiss for hours, tasting like berries and lake water and summer heat. remus keeps whispering “you get sunburned so easily” against sirius’ mouth but neither of them moves to put on more sunscreen for at least another hour. later they lie on threadbare towels sunbathing, remus with his book forgotten on his chest as sirius traces lazy patterns over his scars. at night they catch fireflies, laughing and mocking the way their soda cans crack open, then lie tangled in sleeping bags outside the tent, sticky with sweat and lake water, trading sticky-sweet kisses under a sky full of stars