LookingForSneha

|| Traught, whelmed, and feeling the aster || || Silly and Obsessed || Professional Yapper || || She/her || 20 || Marauders brainrot || PJO and HOO || I miss Jason Grace || || Ranting about music ||

[lesphian]

dan: come to the gym with me

phil lester, the guy who will wake up his partner when he’s trying to sleep in because phil "misses him too much": you know the therapist said that having alone time is healthy

[favouriteforlonglongtime]

11 year old remus saw sirius and thought “oh he’s like bowie, otherworldly. “

[someone-elseworld]

Sirius, offended in the common room: WHAT?? No!! I CAN do WHATEVER I want! I am a FREE man, NO ONE can tell ME what to do-

Remus: I'm trying to read.

Sirius, whispering: I have rights ! I will do what I want when I want!

[muggleauformarauders]

At night before going to sleep, Sirius gets closer and closer to Remus, whispering 'Mine, mine, mine' until he is practically on top of him with all of Remus's limps wrapped around him.

That's the best position he can sleep in. No bad dreams or trouble to fall asleep.

Remus just lets him because he also sleeps better with Sirius all over him, cuddling like a dog on top of him.

[thememedaddy]

[chucktaylorupset]

(via hornedchick)

Kurt Vonnegut wrote: “When I was 15, I spent a month working on an archeological dig. I was talking to one of the archeologists one day during our lunch break and he asked those kinds of “getting to know you” questions you ask young people: Do you play sports? What’s your favorite subject? And I told him, no I don’t play any sports. I do theater, I’m in choir, I play the violin and piano, I used to take art classes.

And he went WOW. That’s amazing! And I said, “Oh no, but I’m not any good at ANY of them.”

And he said something then that I will never forget and which absolutely blew my mind because no one had ever said anything like it to me before: “I don’t think being good at things is the point of doing them. I think you’ve got all these wonderful experiences with different skills, and that all teaches you things and makes you an interesting person, no matter how well you do them.”

And that honestly changed my life. Because I went from a failure, someone who hadn’t been talented enough at anything to excel, to someone who did things because I enjoyed them. I had been raised in such an achievement-oriented environment, so inundated with the myth of Talent, that I thought it was only worth doing things if you could “Win” at them.

[ricochetyears]

sirius is full of bravado in public but the second they’re alone he just folds into remus because he’s been waiting all day to be held, and remus just lets him, all big hands and warm chest and quiet kisses in his hair

[lextrow-writes]

Hope Lupin meeting her son's boyfriend for the first time at the train station after summer break and seeing his tattoos, jacket, split lip, and jewelery and for a second thinking "Really? That one? Surely even you can see he's trouble" right up until Sirius spots Remus and his whole face lights up in absolute delight and he flings himself into his arms squealing

[lextrow-writes]

Hope Lupin meeting her son's boyfriend for the first time at the train station after summer break and seeing his tattoos, jacket, split lip, and jewelery and for a second thinking "Really? That one? Surely even you can see he's trouble" right up until Sirius spots Remus and his whole face lights up in absolute delight and he flings himself into his arms squealing

[wowza8]

Hc that Hope Lupin absolutely loved Sirius. Like he gets jumpers in the mail along with Remus’ and tins of sweets, and letters checking up on them both. She pinches his cheeks and calls him handsome, and teases Remus about how he’s dating such a gentleman.

It gets to the point where she teaches him to knit, and Sirius actually starts to enjoy it. So sometimes you have scary-looking, leather-jacket wearing, tattooed Sirius Black, listening to his punk rock albums, while he knits his boyfriend a scarf.

[epsilonblack]

Remus sat at the Gryffindor table, scanning the morning post as he sipped his tea. Halfway down the parchment, he paused, then looked up at Sirius.

"My mum wants to know what you'd like for Christmas dinner since you're vegetarian."

Sirius, who was currently slathering far too much jam on his toast, blinked. "I don't want to impose. I’ll just eat some side dishes," he said with an easy smile, though his ears went a little pink.

Remus shook his head. “She wants to make sure you have something to eat other than potatoes and squash.”

“Wait—wait—hold on.” James set down his fork with a clatter. “You’re going to Moony’s for the holiday?”

Remus continued reading, ignoring James’ flailing. “She says she’s happy to make whatever you prefer.”

“I really do like potatoes and squash,” Sirius tried, sending Remus a soft, reassuring look that made Remus’ cheeks warm.

James leaned forward, scandalized. “Are you not coming home with me? Since when?!”

“What about a vegetable torte?” Remus suggested, still mentally going through recipes he knew his mum made well.

“I’d eat that,” Sirius said with a nod. “But I don’t want her to go overboard just for me. I’d feel bad.”

“Nonsense,” Remus said, finally lowering the parchment. “She’s excited to meet you. Cooking makes her happy. It’s one of the ways she shows affection.” His smile softened into something almost shy. It was obvious how much he adored his mum.

James threw his hands into the air. “HELL-LOOO? Anyone hearing me? Best mate? Abandoned?”

“Oh! I know, Selsig Morgannwg!” Remus said suddenly brightening. "Glamorgan sausage. Sirius, you'd love it."

“What’s that?” James asked, brow furrowed.

“It’s a Welsh sausage made from cheese, leeks, and breadcrumbs,” Peter said matter-of-factly between bites of porridge.

The trio stared at him.

Peter shrugged. “What? I like food.”

Sirius laughed, bright and genuine, and bumped his knee against Remus’ under the table.

Remus bumped back, smiling down at his plate.

James groaned loudly.

“Unbelievable. I lose my best friend to a Welsh mum and a plate of… cheesy leek sausages.”

“Could be worse,” Sirius said lightly. “You could’ve lost me to the potatoes and squash.”

“And you nearly did,” Remus muttered, cheeks pinking as he reached for his tea.

[lextrow-writes]

[renisnotonfire]

Phil Lester: puts 10 bulbs of garlic into bolognese, makes them sleep on wet sheets, makes the entire phouse smell like garlic, dyes everything moldy-green, gives both of them salt-poisoning....

Dan Howell: there's a man in the room, I let a stranger into our phouse, I pretended to limp and claimed I got hit by a car because I was late for the dentist

what a ... power .... couple.

[cinnamontoastcrunch-15]

Today's @wolfstarmicrofic prompt is teabag!

(317 words.)

As soon as James walks into the dorm, he freezes.

For a moment, he just observes the ridiculous domesticity he's walked in on. Sirius is halfway between sitting up and lying down in Remus' bed, Remus practically draped across him. James would almost assume the two are asleep, if not for Sirius' hand moving gently through Remus' hair. The two of them look...

Well.

James isn't really sure why he's so taken aback.

Sirius' eyes open at the sound of the door falling closed behind James, meeting his eyes and frowning as James gives him a look. A look that James is all too used to giving Sirius, as of late.

"What?" Sirius asks finally, voice quiet and hand stilling in Remus' hair.

"What happened to distance?" James whispers back, setting his bag down. Sirius had been adamant about the whole thing; that all he needed to do was take a step back. That 'no, Remus doesn't like me back, he can't.' That he needs to have a little bit of space to get over his feelings.

"He's not well. I brought him some tea," Sirius argues weakly, gesturing vaguely to an abandoned mug of tea on Remus' bedside table, the teabag having been left in it for so long that the water has been reduced to nothing but a dark void.

James looks at Sirius again, arching an eyebrow disbelievingly.

"Shut up," Sirius mutters, face turning red at an alarming rate.

Remus mumbles something a little incoherent in his sleep, arms tightening around Sirius' waist. Sirius' face softens in an instant, looking down at the boy on his chest fondly.

James just sighs, shaking his head to himself as he decides to stop intruding on them any further.

The two of them wouldn't be able to keep their distance to save their bloody lives.

Who knows, though?

Maybe they'll finally figure their shit out this time.

[my-castles-crumbling]

thirsty - @wolfstarmicrofic - word count: 401

It was awkward.

Oh fuck, it was so very, very awkward.

Thirteen years and they’d forgotten how to talk to each other, hadn’t they? They’d never be what they once were. Hug in the Shack or not, Sirius was stupid to hope. Remus had probably long moved on. He was too good, too perfect, for someone to not have realized.

They stood in the kitchen, Sirius trembling.

Not that he didn’t do that most of the time now.

And Remus…Remus just looked at the floor.

“I…thank you,” Sirius mumbled, unable to look away from the man he’d thought about for over five thousand nights without being able to kiss. “For letting me inside. You didn’t have to.”

Finally, Remus looked at him, his expression almost insulted. “Sirius. I–I’m the one who…fuck, I thought you killed them, Pads!” his voice crackled and fizzled, emotion weighing it down. He suddenly looked like he was drowning in regrets.

But Sirius had never once blamed him. “I thought you were the traitor. I…I stopped talking to you, near the end. He got in all of our heads, Rem. You can’t blame yours–”

“Well, I do,” the taller man snapped, face twisted.

Sirius swallowed. He wanted to reach out, to hold him, to kiss his perfect lips which somehow looked exactly the same even when marred with a new scar and dusted with over a decade of age. This was Remus. His Remus. 

But did Remus still want him? Did he even remember how they’d been when they were young, before war had destroyed everything? How much Sirius had adored him…how much he’d adored Sirius?

“Are you thirsty?”

The question nearly made him jump, it was so sudden. But Sirius just nodded, swallowing thickly. “Mm. I’ll take whatever you’ve got.”

And after a few quiet moments of bustling, Remus returned, handing Sirius a mug full of–

“Mint tea?” Sirius croaked, their eyes finally meeting. His whole body felt kind of floaty. “You remember?”

The taller man shrugged. “Your favorite, right?”

“I…but you hate it. Or did you change–?” Tears were in Sirius’s eyes, now.

“No. I just…I…it’s ridiculous, probably. But I…always kept it around. Couldn’t bring myself to get rid of it,” Remus admitted, pinching his lips together and looking at the ground.

A moment later, the mug fell to the floor with a crash–Sirius was too busy kissing Remus hungrily to hold much of anything.

[diphowell]

my submissions for most boyfriend @ replies of all time

[diphowell]

i love dan behind the camera for amazingphil videos during the hiatus i love phil in the crowd for dan’s comedy shows i love them as a creative team but have such a special love for them just as supportive partners!!!

[leonkennedysprostate]

"don't assign human morality to non human things" is so true except when it comes to printers. they know what they are, they understand dilemmas and ethics and morality. they choose to be how they are, they choose to be evil, at their very core they are rotten