#ginger freak

P1 sketch page expression practice

6 hours of imola

I really was looking for something about how the Marauders drew a Map. It is, indeed, a very good fanfic. And very sad: If you are a very emotional person, do not listen Fireal when you read this fanfic. "Remus knows that the boy Sirius told his mother about-–if that boy even exists–-isn’t him. He knows this because he and Sirius didn’t even know each other in first year, and he knows this because a twelve-year-old Sirius said, once, in the spellbindingly cruel way of children, “You know, it’s so funny-–we lived in the same room and everything, but I hardly even knew you were there. I mean, now you’re one of my best friends and before that I hadn’t even the faintest idea you existed. Isn’t that funny?” Still, in a distant way, Remus is impressed with her ability to manipulate, her remarkable aptitude for cruelty. It reminds him of Sirius, but Sirius used it to get fucks or skip class without consequences or charm a good confession from an unsuspecting spy, and his mother uses it to hurt. He thinks about this as he is digging his fingers full into the canvas, ripping it violently, in strips, off its wooden backing. Mrs. Black screams and writhes and rages incoherently, trapped in the splintering portrait by her own sticking charm. The strings of the canvas snag against his fingers, drawing sharp angry lines over them as he pulls them apart".

[12:53:49 AM] Amy Pond: WE'D HAVE TEA PARTIES AND SHIT

[8:13:26 PM] Amy Pond: yet if i actually encountered one i would burst into flames