Rip Sirius Black, You Would've Loved Saying "that's So Homophobic" Every Time You Got Detention

sirius and remus arguing about who's last name they want to take

sirius: I'M NOT STAYING A FUCKING BLACK

remus: I'M NOT GOING TO BE WOLFY MCWOLF MARRIED TO DOG MCWOLF

Remus: *drinks tea and immediately burns his tongue*

Sirius: Do you need me to kiss it better? Because I will.

"remus gets so annoyed when sirius asks him for things-" remus would crawl out of his grave to light sirius' cigarette

It’s okay if the first draft is bad…

It’s okay if the first draft is bad…

It’s okay if the first draft is bad…

It’s okay if the first draft is bad…

It’s okay if the first draft is bad…

It’s okay if the first draft is bad…

It’s okay if the first draft is bad…

Sirius might have hated Remus – but it was Remus who he hated.

Sirius might have hated Remus – but it was Remus who he kissed, whose name he gasped in his mouth when he felt so good he couldn't help it. Remus had never heard a more intoxicating sound.

New chapter:

Yea let’s ignore how inactive I’ve been on tumblr lol, but feel free to check the fic out x

a sneak peek into the new chapter im working on hehe:

Kissing Remus wasn’t gentle. It was teeth and tongue, filled with desperation and hunger for something impossible. Sirius’ breath hitched when Remus bit into his bottom lip, almost drawing blood. “We-” he tried in the short moment they used to catch their breaths, “we shouldn’t-”.

Remus stopped. He kept Sirius in place, one hand on his neck, lips just a breath away from touching. “You're right,” he rasped, and when he looked up at Sirius, his pupils were dilated. “but I’ve always had a taste for the forbidden.”

Sirius Black is white as fuck. He’s pale. He might as well be translucent. He borderline glows in the dark. He spends more than five minutes in the sun without UV protection he’s turning a lovely shade of pink. James (who’s desi) and Remus (who might be welsh but has to explain to people that he is in fact white) scream when Sirius walks into a dark room claiming they saw a ghost and tell him to turn of the light at bedtime because they can still see him in the dark and and

I’m begging you to write for yourself.

“But readers don’t like—“ who cares?

The only reader of your story that you should care about is yourself.

Do you like your story? Yes? Then it’s perfect.

“James formed the Marauders” “James made all the Marauders feel loved” “James taught Sirius how to appreciate hugs” “James never overlooked Peter” “James always let Remus complain to him” “James always defended his friends” okay so when is it JAMES’ turn

reading fanfic in the back of the uber on the way to the club