En-kay @en-kay - Tumblr Blog

I love going viral on tumblr.com. It’s like if you stood in a field and said some of the stupidest shit a human being is capable of and then like fifty thousand crows attacked you

popsunner

Don’t do this to me

professional-chaotic-dumbass

my brother in christ you made the post

tulipscomeinallsortsofcolors

alnitaks

starry.eyed.stitcher

firelace

sirius black˙⋆✮⋆˚࿔

i broke my head earlier this month so this time i had an actual excuse to disappear lol

mydearestmoonyy

whenever sirius wrecks his bike and rings remus for a pickup, remus can’t resist yelling “can’t park there, mate!” through barely contained laughter before rescuing his very embarrassed boyfriend

doweesig

I can already imagine what the Mario Bros' final encounter with Bowser would be after his escape XP

hi have a look at this

#suprise #n

dyslexicandakeyboard

Dick: This sounds like a porno.

Bruce: I'll give you that. And don't say that word. How do you even know that word?

Bruce *under his breath*: Weirdo kid.

Dick: I can hear you.

Bruce: *Shushes Him and Plays Sleepless in Seattle on the TV*

Dick *15 minutes into the movie*: Why are we watching a romcom?

Bruce: Its a chick flick and a its heartfelt chick flick. You need to develop feelings and this movie moves me. You haven't seen the ending. Just wait.

*The climax of the Sleepless in Seattle is playing*

Dick: RUN FASTER!

Bruce *tearing up with chocolate covered strawberries in his mouth*: Why can't this happen to me!

Dick *throws his popcorn on the ground*: HE'S THERE! RUN!

moonpie-xd

In the hospital wing after a prank gone wrong, the boys surround a bed, where Sirius lays, purple spots covering his face. He had just regained consciousness when James begins to ramble.

James: Are you alright? This wasn’t supposed to happen! Are you in any pain?

Sirius begins sitting up, still slightly delirious from the experimental spell that had backfired.

Sirius: Ehhhh, only the normal amount

James: …The normal amount is… uh… zero

His faced marked with concern, but Sirius and Remus begin to lock eyes, confusion clear as day.

Sirius and Remus: It is!?!?!?

Peter and James now lock eyes, the worry of before amplified tenfold.

Peter and James: YES?!?!?

ablazeds

i fully believe remus was the studious marauder not necessarily the smart one. james and sirius were the smart ones. they would’ve winged everything and still got top marks.

outromoonyy

"We're going to have to do better than this."

Before Remus could ask what "this" meant, Sirius caught him by the scarf and tugged him behind one of the stone pillars overlooking the courtyard.

"The hand-holding," Sirius said under his breath. "It's lost its effect."

Remus raised an eyebrow. "Let me guess, that girl is stalking you again."

Sirius risked a glance around the pillar before ducking back again. "She's still there."

Remus leaned sideways to look.

"I don't see anyone."

"Disillusionment charm," Sirius shot back instantly. He reached out and slid both of his hands into the front pockets of Remus’s jumper, stepping in so close their chests brushed. "She's advanced. You need to look at me like you're madly in love with me so she loses hope."

Remus eyed him. He knew exactly what the shimmer of a Disillusionment charm looked like. He knew for a fact there was no invisible girl spying on them. He had known for three weeks.

But Sirius’s hands were warm inside his pockets, and the smell of him was completely short-circuiting Remus’s brain.

So he shifted his weight, slowly bringing his hands up to settle firm on Sirius’s hips.

"Alright," Remus said after a moment. "We should probably kiss then."

Sirius’s eyes widened. "What?"

"To scare her off," Remus said simply. "We should probably make it convincing."

For the first time since he'd concocted the whole ridiculous plan, Sirius seemed to run out of words.

"Yeah," he managed after a beat. "Convincing."

Remus didn't give him the chance to think twice. He leaned in and pressed their lips together. The kiss was slow at first, almost tentative, until Sirius let out a soft, startled breath and kissed him back with enough feeling to make it painfully obvious they'd both been waiting for an excuse. Sirius's fingers curled into the front of Remus's jumper, pulling him closer as the kiss deepened.

When they finally pulled apart, the chilly air rushed between them. Sirius was flushed from the cold and something else entirely, his breathing uneven as he searched Remus's face like he was trying to work out what had just happened.

After a long moment, he cleared his throat.

"...Do you think she believed us?"

Remus laughed softly, his thumb brushing absentmindedly along Sirius's jaw before it came to rest beneath his chin.

"I'm not sure," he admitted. "Might have to keep it up for a while."

"How long is 'a while'?"

Remus pretended to consider it.

"I don't know." A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. "Hopefully, for the rest of our lives."

loveiseverywhereforeyestosee

Sirius Black has never been a second choice to anyone and that's who I aspire to be

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dykepuffs

There is a really frustrating thing where some kinds of speculative story are hard to write because they will be assumed to be bad (clumsy, harmful, regressive) metaphors for real-world events or people, rather than exploring completely speculative ideas. Like:

"What if a small group of religious extremists, persecuted in their own country, moved to an inhospitable uninhabited island and had to rebuild society there?" - But the Americas and Australia weren't inhospitable and were full of Native nations, why are you perpetuating the idea of Terra Nullius and manifest destiny? - Yes, that's because this isn't a metaphor for the British invading other countries, it's a metaphor for finding out how much of a person's religious practise is rooted in worldly concerns, vs how much they will really stymie themselves for the sake of God.

"What if 1/100 children born was a werewolf?" - But queer people are no danger to straight people, and disabled people don't have predictable patterns to their illnesses, and most people who have uncontrollable rages really CAN control them and are just lying, and no minority group has superpowers... - Yes, but that's all immaterial, because I wanted to talk about a load of other metaphors about the passage of time and responsibility and the relationship between humans and wildlife.

It almost feels like death of the author, like "Death of the most obvious metaphor" - If you couldn't reach for the (tormented) parallel between being an alien species and being stateless, what stories could someone tell? If your changeling-baby was neither disabled nor adopted, what would the story be about? Etc.