Pretty much Moony

one of the local enthusiasts of Marauders, especially that soft, bookish one

[introvert-unicorn-deactivated20]

What you can say instead of the word beautiful:

lovely, 

charming, 

delightful, 

appealing, 

engaging, 

winsome

ravishing, 

gorgeous, 

heavenly, 

stunning, 

arresting, 

glamorous,

 irresistible, 

bewitching, 

beguiling

graceful, 

elegant,

 exquisite, 

aesthetic, 

artistic, 

decorative, 

magnificent

[azozzoni]

I kinda miss someone writing about LuKes, do you have something fluffy/smutty? 🥰

“We could go to your house,” Kes whispered, nose brushing against Lucas’, the covers pulled over their heads, sunlight filtering through the thin sheet, bright and warm with Kes’ body pressed to his, legs tangled.

“I like it here,” Lucas said, smiling when Kes raised an eyebrow, nudging at his lips with his own, barely a kiss.

“You like being interrupted by my very annoying siblings,” he said, raising his voice as the bedroom door creaked open.

“I don’t care what you’re doing with your boyfriend as long as I don’t have to hear it!” came the response from beyond the sheets, and Lucas couldn’t help laughing.

“It’s not funny,” Kes complained, digging his free hand into Lucas’ stomach, the one not holding the sheet above their heads. “At least your house is quiet.”

For a moment, Lucas didn’t answer, listening to Kes’ brother rummaging for someone on his side of the room, waiting until the door clicked shut again. Kes didn’t pull down the sheet, though, keeping them cocooned in their little bubble.

Kes sighed, annoyed, but it disappeared as Lucas smoothed his fingers over his jaw, the stubble scratchy against his fingertips.

“I think it’s nice,” he breathed after a minute, watching the way Kes’ dark eyes softened, the quirk of a smile on his lips. “Having people around.”

“I’m always around,” Kes pointed out, and Lucas had to nod.

“Have I told you how much I like that?”

Kes paused, gazing at Lucas in the filtered light of the sheet, smiling as he nudged Lucas’ nose with his own. “Not in so many words, but I think I got the gist.”

Lucas had to kiss Kes then, soft and slow, lingering for a minute before moving back, snuggling into the pillow. Kes just smiled as he joined him with a contented sigh.

Lucas didn’t want to get up, to leave this perfect moment, leave this bed. He supposed they would have to at some point, get up and get breakfast, or maybe lunch depending on the time. Kes’ parents were out of town this weekend and Kes was supposed to be watching his siblings, though he had definitely spent more time watching Lucas.

There were things they couldn’t do, though, with Kes’ siblings running around, and Lucas smiled at the thump against the door, the sounds of yelling in the hall, trampling feet. Across the pillow, Kes rolled his eyes.

“I should go make sure they’re not breaking things,” he said, but he didn’t move, gazing at Lucas, reaching out to brush curls off his forehead.

“Probably,” Lucas agreed, but he grinned as Kes moved on top of him, heavy on his chest, the sheet falling cool around them as Kes kissed him, hands on his cheeks, licking into his mouth as Lucas sighed, sliding his hands over Kes’ shoulder blades and dragging him closer.

“If we were at your house,” Kes murmured between kisses, leaving Lucas breathless, craving more of Kes’ touch even with Kes’ hands all over him, sliding down his chest, “I could suck you off, make you moan, make you come so hard.”

“Fuck,” Lucas managed to breathe, swallowing hard, fingers twining in Kes’ hair as Kes’ tongue slid along his lower lip, teeth dragging against it, biting gently. Heat rose on his skin, a flutter of desire deep in his chest.

If they were at Lucas’ house, with Lucas’ mom gone, at work, the house empty on a Saturday morning, they could. They could do anything they wanted.

But they weren’t at his house. They were at Kes’, filled with his loud siblings, the door hardly a barrier from anyone bursting in at any time, and Lucas bit his lip as Kes’ mouth slid down his neck, and his hips pushed up gently against Kes’, asking for something he couldn’t have. Not right now.

“We can’t,” Kes mumbled, though he didn’t sound too resolved to stop, mouthing at Lucas’ jaw, tongue sliding up to his ear, and Lucas had to take a sharp breath at the jolt of pleasure rippling down his spine.

“Right, can’t,” Lucas repeated, pulling Kes back to his mouth, kissing him hard and fast, deep, messy, wet, content to keep him there as long as possible. He felt Kes’ smile against his lips, but he didn’t stop kissing him, holding on tightly, heart hammering in his chest as he pulled Kes closer.

“Kes!”

A loud voice followed by the door springing open, bouncing off the wall, broke them apart, and Kes only had time to sigh against Lucas’ chin.

“Espen threw a ball at my head!” Kes’ little sister practically shouted and Lucas held back his smile as Kes groaned and rolled off him, throwing back the covers finally. A gust of cool air swept over Lucas’ skin, and he pushed himself up beside Kes.

“I did not!” came another voice from down the hall.

The small girl in the doorway glared behind her, hands on her hips. “Did so!”

“Why don’t you go outside and kick the ball instead?” Kes suggested, rubbing his face. “And I’ll make lunch.”

“Pizza?” she asked eagerly, and Kes shook his head.

“Just go,” he said, shooing her out the door, sighing when it shut behind her.

Lucas laughed at Kes this time, pressing a kiss to his shoulder. “See? It’s never boring here.”

Glancing back, Kes shook his head. “You are so weird sometimes, Luc.”

Lucas didn’t mind, not when Kes twisted around to kiss him again, firmly, one last time, before climbing off the bed and rummaging for real clothes. He liked wherever Kes was, and that was all that mattered.

[septemberequinox]

roses or lavender? vanilla or chocolate? lightning storms or lights glowing in the fog? blushing cheeks or batting eyelashes? lipstick or lip gloss? neon signs or canvas paintings? soft winter mornings or flickering summer nights? velvet or lace?

[sleepbby]

reblog and tag the languages you speak/understand in order of proficiency!!

[moonswithorwithoutstars]

#fluentslovak #fluentczech #fluentenglish #fluentfrench #B2norsk #B1russian #learningwelsh #donotjudgemeihaveinsomniaandreallyweirdkinksandquirks #canneverstayin1languageformorethan3minsbcvocabgetsconfusing

[shesnake]

The Half of It (2020) dir. Alice Wu

[dovahtobi]

Me: just trying to write a regular scene

Sirius:

[thatsnofun]

Gryffindor common room, december 2, 1977, 2:34 am

[leoniejulie]

- SKAM 👑

[losingmymindtonight]

one day I’ll finally write that ridiculously elaborate fanfiction that I’ve been carefully constructing in my daydreams for months and then you’ll be sorry. you’ll all be sorry.

[aryastark-valarmorghulis]

✨📜✨

Tagged by @chromat1cs and @kattlupin, thank you both so much!

Rules: It’s time to love yourselves! Choose your 5 favourite works you created in the past year (fics, art, edits, etc.) and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you brought into the world in 2019. Tag as many writers/artists/etc. as you want (fan or original) so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome works!

Well, I’ve never written as much as I did last year in all my life; it was such a good year! I think I gained a little more self-confidence in my writing abilities.  

1) Nunc est bibendum - Wolfstar, M, 5k, First-war Era, Canon Compliant. 

Featuring a Sphinx, a riddle about reading and graveyard sex. Still can’t believe I wrote something so bizarre and out of my comfort zone. Maybe the fact that I wrote it in 5 days while I was bedridden says something about it?

“Soon he was pushed against the mausoleum’s wall, back arching, legs trembling, skin alight. For a split second, his traitorous mind, never quiet, remembered the Sphinx’s mocking words about being used by a cruel man, and he half wished to shove Sirius away, and half longed to cry out: please, use me all you want. Every thought was wiped out of his head. Mindless, he was - for a moment - happy.”

2) Midday, Midnight - Wolfstar, T, 8,5k, set during the summer of 1976, between fifth and sixth year at Hogwarts (and after The Prank).

Ironic, that the best thing I’ve written (probably the best I’ll ever write) is a Marauder Era summer romance, since I usually prefer to focus on R/S as adults and I’m fonder of wintry/autumnal atmospheres. This is R/S in their “the age of innocence”.

“Remus lifted his head and a big black dog appeared, strolling through the crunching yellow grass. It was ironic or it was heatstroke, or Ovid was right about supernatural encounters at noon, or it was the Grim coming to relieve him of his mundane worries – or Sirius was actually there.

Remus blinked. Still there. An unconditioned reflex spurred him to his feet as the dog – no, Padfoot – was running towards him, one, two, three strides, one, two, three heartbeats and then a drooling tongue was licking his palms, a wagging tail greeting him happily.

He was struck, like church-bells were tolling inside his brain, dinging Sirius Sirius Sirius.”

3) What became of the dreams we had - Wolfstar, M, 8k, set during Goblet of Fire: Sirius is hiding in Hogsmeade but he visits Remus for Christmas.

I knew this wasn’t going to be a crowd-pleaser but. Who. Cares. Honesty counts more. 

“The real reason he never sailed the boat in all those years, it occurs to him without real surprise, is that it would have pained him too much. 

Without his parents and without Sirius, this boat is nothing but a heap of old rotten wood cobbled together, reeking of silence, of things lost and broken and abandoned during the crushing course of time. It came alive when Padfoot climbed on board before and it will fade away again as soon as he disembarks – Remus isn’t even sure if it’s a metaphor for himself, too, as pathetic as it is. 

What he is sure of, the only fixed point in the time and space continuum of his and Sirius’ relationship, embedded in his bone marrow, is that he wants to clutch as close as he can all Sirius’ cutting questions, his scathing remarks, his volatile moods, his impetuous moments of fondness. If he can’t have happiness, he’ll take this instead.”

4) The light that blinds my eyes - Wolfstar, T, 6k, No Voldemort AU, post-Hogwarts.

I had so much fun writing this rom-com! Lots of pining, demi Sirius and Remus who’s very oblivious. And it’s my first (and for now, my only) chaptered fic. 

“After, they step outside to smoke, sitting on the single stone step that divides the cottage from the garden. Sirius puts two cigarettes in his mouth and lights them both, pinching one between his fingers only to place it directly between Remus’ parted lips, a rather affectionate gesture, but not odd. 

Sirius has always been warm with him – he really is sweet, Remus thinks, looking at him sideways blowing a puff of smoke, his classical profile turned upwards to the starry sky. Any girl or boy would be lucky to love him, he almost wants to say, referring to yesterday’s conversation, but he’s too afraid of striking a nerve.

They smoke in silence for a while, gazing at the dark garden ahead, little shapes of glowing Fairies twinkling here and there in between the shrubs. It’s Sirius who breaks the silence first, as usual.

“So can I ask one more question before you tell me to sod off.”

5) When we finally kiss goodnight - Wolfstar, T, 2,2k, First War era, set during Christmas.

I love RS Small Gifts so much and I love Christmas as well!

“Silence falls upon them like a soft blanket, an intimate space that only belongs to themselves. Remus goes to the loo, brushes his teeth and when he steps into the guestroom, Sirius is already sitting under the covers, the lampshade casting a warm, soft glow. How would it be, thinks Remus, to come home to this. And then, don’t be fucking stupid.”

Consider yourselves tagged, if you like.

[lucidlucy]

*carefully approaches a word document & opens it while trying not to spook the easily scared muse called Motivation away*

[moonswithorwithoutstars]

[moonswithorwithoutstars]

Baby gay’s prince

Lucas’pov:

Ralph was really down this time. It wasn’t just some hot boy that let him down after a good fuck, this time it wasn’t even the old story of falling in love (understand meet him 2 hours before and stalk him non – stop since that) with a straight dude that he just couldn’t make gay. No, this was Elijah. The cute, dorky, peaceful boy who had matching onesies with Ralph and was considered a part of the family by everyone in the flat, even by Liv and Noah who recognized themselves as the mum and dad now, because apparently that was also a stage in relationship, right between running after one another while wearing wedding dress and adopting 25 dogs.

Little did we all know what a sly bitch Elijah was. Or not really, we actually don’t know what happened which makes it even more obvious that Ralph was in pain, because normally, this time after breakup, he would be already browsing grindr and shading the ex-boy with Liv. This time was different. Surely, the grindr phase came but only 3 weeks after and Ralph was going through it alone. Not only that but he was also going through it without any sign of stopping – he went out, got drunk, fucked someone, that someone called one of us to come pick him up and then he broke down on the way home. He slept until lunch hours and started getting ready for going out again. For now we just did what we could, we made him coffee and I was saved as his emergency contact because Jayden said that gays should hold together the strongest, obviously believing that his formidable sense of humour would just make situation easier.

3rd person pov:

That’s why the closeted baby gay was taking metro to some dude’s house where Ralph crashed tonight. This concrete guy sounded rather worried about Ralph’s well-being which made Lucas breathe out with ease until he heard some crying in the background. The caller’s only reaction was telling him to hurry and hunging up.

Lucas was out of the apartment in the instant because as he rediscovered tonight, fear is the best motor. And as he was ringing the bell to what seemed as another shared apartment or dormitory possibly, he was already contemplating all the scenarios of what could have happened to Ralph, and the fact that whoever called him took his time opening the door made him even more worried. The door finally revealed a boy with dark hair who wasn’t covered in blood, didn’t look violently and wasn’t holding a knife, that didn’t mean that Lucas trusted him.

“Hey, you the emergency contact?” Dark boy asked with Belgian accent and a bit of discomfort in his voice.

“What? Yeah, yeah, is Ralph okay? I heard him crying, I thought that you were someone violent. Where is he? Did he hurt himself or broke something?” other boy half confirmed and half investigated the Belgian.

“No, well not really, I mean he didn’t seem physically hurt. I put them to sleep kinda?” Lucas let out the breath he was holding, relaxed a bit only until realization hit him hard. Did he really said them? Who did he put to sleep with Ralph? Was it possibly Elijah? Was he someone who put drugs into other people’s drinks and then put them to sleep?

Dark, tall and mysterious must have noticed this because he made a quick work of getting Luc relaxed again. “Hey don’t worry. You better see it yourself but well your drunk broken hearted friend met mine best friend who was in the very same condition, they cried together, showed each other photos of their love interests and then fell asleep hugging each other.” Small chuckle escaped his lips as he was elaborating this heart-warming story and Lucas couldn’t help but smile a little as well, maybe this is what Ralph needed after all. Besides this, Begium here had cute little smile.

The fact that he needed those dumb nicknames reminded him that he still needed to know this guy’s name. Without much thought, probably because he was really tired after all the stuff with Ralph, Luc bluntly asked: “So, guy who put up random boys, could you put one more, at least until Ralph gets up and needs familiar shoulder to cry on?”

Said guy emitted that sweet chuckle again. “It’s Jens and I’m not technically putting them up since it’s not my flat. More suitable title is babysitting. Hopefully those two will remember each other, because I ship that bromance.”

Luc just smiled and nodded his head. “I’m Lucas and I personally believe that a gay man that Ralph wouldn’t fuck but only be friend with wouldn’t be nothing else than healthy.”

This made Jens do a face as if calculating which quickly turned into a smirk. “Is it so? I believe that you’re also a gay boy he knows, at least according to your contact name Mr. Baby Gay. Yet I believe that ex-lover wouldn’t show up at weird night hours in strange places just to make sure that the other one is alive.”

Suddenly Lucas felt rather vulnerable. He was in a house he has never been before and a person he never met before read and knew him better than most of his friends these months. The fact that it wasn’t meant as an insult or an act of mockery going completely unnoticed, as the same probably unreasonable fear occurred again. The other one couldn’t be homophobe could he? He said that he had a gay friend, and he saw two guys cuddling. Luc somehow lost the track of his thoughts and was only put back into reality when Jens softly spoke: “Hey, I don’t know shit. It might be only an inside joke between the two of you, you might not be gay. Even if you were I wouldn’t care, do you think I would? I’ve got gay friends, I was nice to your friend and I’m bisexual myself so chill.”

Luc sighed with relief and gratitude: “I didn’t mean to be judgmental, I just dunno, I’m not chill with the whole me being the baby gay,” he made a sign with his fingers and rolled his eyes slightly amused, “yet. And not many people, well no one aside from Ralph and now you really knows.”

He was met only with a nod as if sign of understanding and cheeky: “S okay, your secret is safe with me. Wanna come in now, or should I prove that I’m trustworthy any other way?”

“No, no! Well yes I’d like to come in, if that’s okay with you again, but you’re trustworthy enough”

“Let me lead the way then. Kitchen it is? Do you want any beer or soda or ehh practically I can can’t offer you anything else because there’s actually nothing else in this flat.”

Lucas slightly at loss of words as every time he entered a building he has never been before needed some time to become eloquent. His eyes lingered on all the spots in the messy functional kitchen until he spotted his companion.

“Oh, I’d fancy a beer if it doesn’t cause you any trouble. I wouldn’t want to be charged for steeling beer cans from random flats, regarding you mentioning that this was not where you lived.” The statement was only meant as a joke but the tone seemed to change it into yet another accusation.

“Come on, you’ve never stolen beers? What a loser.”

“M not a loser, I just happen to always have people to do the dirty work for me.” Lucas snarky commented and performed a grimace, someone like a mafia boss would use in his opinion.

“Whatever you say boss.” Jens responded with a small bow added. He picked up two cans of beer and set them on the table while simultaneously inviting Lucas to sit down. The chairs in in the kitchen were mismatched, just underlining the overall messy look it was serving. Luc would bet anything that two or more boys shared this condo as a cheap alternative for living. Jens wasn’t one of them so probably the only guy he hasn’t met was the owner? Did he live here with his boyfriend before something similar to Ralph’s story happened to him? Maybe he lives here alone and just likes to be messy and has no problem letting whoever spend the night here. While examining the dark room, his eyes wondered to other parts of the flat as well. He could see armchair or a small sofa possibly in the room without door, on the other side, next to the kitchen, there was another room illuminated by soft light of a bedside lamp. That was probably bedroom which meant that Ralph was located there, sleeping peacefully. As he started returning his attention to the bear in front of him, Belgian guy caught his eyes and smilingly stated; “They’re in there. They were just like little kids, like my little brother I swear. They needed something to hug and wouldn’t let me turn off the lights because of monsters under the bed or something. I’m surprised they didn’t make me read a bedtime story to them. Especially Robbe, he always tends to do that. He can be really persuasive too. He chooses the most sappy tales and makes me change it so that the beautiful princess is actually another prince, they of course must live happily ever after.” There was a quick pause where Jens just stared lovingly somewhere ahead of him, remembering all the little memories of drunk Robbe that made his heart warm. Lucas knew this small gestures very well on his own. The longing in Jens’ gaze was probably more evident than the one in his eyes. Jens had one big advance however, his best friend was at least oriented the right way. Not exactly the right way, there’s no right or wrong way but for this situation, Robbe was definitely oriented the more suitable way. He wished him luck, he really did. Something about Jayden’s words must have been true right? The gay guys had to stick together, more so the gay guys with an overwhelming crush on their best friend. It was only fair to offer Jens at least a sympathetic smile and a squeeze on the shoulder. Upon that skin contact, Jens snapped back and continue as if there was no interruption at all, “Do you maybe want to check them yourself? Just so that you’ll feel more at ease.” He asked Luc, already standing as if he knew the answer far before he even asked. Luc followed him to the alighted room and released a breath he didn’t know he was holding. There he was really – Ralph in all his bleached beauty hugging small brown haired boy as if he was a plush toy. A radiating smile creeped his way on Luc’s face and as he turned to watch Jens’ reaction for a bit, he saw the very same expression. He quickly caught a bit of jealousy trying to find her way. If his Kes would prioritize some random dude over Luc in cuddling, he’d be bitter at least for a day or so, Jens didn’t act that way at all. It’s probably because Luc has been going through this for a long time, through this roller coaster or whatever. He didn’t know what he felt anymore and the smallest turbulences caused him to burst. He didn’t want to think of Kes for tonight tho. He saw that the dark boy had new girl with him today in the skatepark, he even introduced the two of them and Luc was still a bit pissed because of that, more than a bit probably. He had to concentrate on the good things, the small battles won were all that mattered right now. He turned to head back to the kitchen, Jens following him shortly.

There’s been an intimidating silence ever since they visited the bedroom. Luc was never one to evaluate situation correctly so after he felt awkward for long enough, and beer in his can had gone, he asked out of the blue: “Will you try to woo him? Not tomorrow I mean, but he’s gay and he’s also single right now and you’re the person he probably trust the most. I ship this bromance with slipping b.”

Jens just looked at him with an expressionless face. Then there were too many expressions at once but still no words and then, finally Jens started to talk. He told him everything: Told him about Britt, which she thought he loved but didn’t even know what love felt like at that time. Told him about the brown haired angel as he called Robbe. About his ex boy Snader who made him come out and sprayed a portrait of his face, but also the same boy that was playing with Robbe’s and Britt’s heart at the same time. He described how he found Robbe on the rail of a bridge, ready to end it all. He described how his heart hurt at the memory, how he’s been more broken by this than ever before. He then continued, less passionately and not with the same spark. He spoke about Jana, the other person he loved. He spoke about how he could never love Robbe the way he loved Jana and the other way around. He spoke of his fear of being someone like Sander, selfish enough to try and keep the both, only ending up hurting those precious creatures. Luc wasn’t sure if it was his place to give advices, no even if it was appropriate, nevertheless he murmured: “You have to wait, give yourself time and be able to love only one but with your whole heart.”

After that Jens cried a little and then he was mad at himself. He listed all the ways those two were perfect and Luc couldn’t help but add his little own list he made for Kes to this night of sorrows. That’s how Luc started to speak as well. He talked about how he destroyed Kes and Isa, how he despised her but she was kind enough to forgive him, how Kes was oblivious enough not to notice, how Jayden was homophobic enough to make coming out for Lucas a rather painful possibility. There wasn’t much he could tell but Jens seemed to understand, not only that but this time, it was the dark boy that squeezed Lucas shoulder, as if expressing unity. The morningish the hour was, the less they spoke and the more they cried in a hug very similar to that one of Ralph and Robbe. Then they probably fell asleep.

For the first time in weeks, Luc woke up to Ralph’s smiling face. He got up from the floor where he had apparently spent the night and hug the fuck out of his best friend in a way. He could see that something very similar yet s different was happening on the other side of the room, between two Belgian boys and he smiled softly. There was something like a deep bond between him and Jens, sure they were not the same and Luc prouded himself in not believing in any bonds, astrology, zodiacs and shit, there must have been something. He’ll probably never meet those two again, but he’ll remember them clearly, and how their own story might have helped his. After this affectionate morning, they said theirs goodbyes. Ralph insisted on staying in contact with Robbe so they could brag about boys every now and then, but that was it. They left, with so much less emotional baggage than they brought and with a good feeling. Sometimes alcohol can solve problems after all, Luc thought.

Epilogue:

It was something about half a year after the whole Ralph crash. Things were pretty easy again. Ralph didn’t find another Elijah but keep telling all the people that for the sex function of boyfriend, he has girndr and for the romantic function, he has Luc. Luc didn’t mind this much, he came into a peace with himself, or so he thought. He still hadn’t tell anyone but he made a huge progress. He even went out with a few guys and overally he was just fine. Occasional pangs of jealousy would form in his heart, wherever he saw Kes’ new discovery in the form of girlfriend, but thanks to Kes’ somehow reasonable taste in woman, he always found himself glad,that Kes was with someone like that in the end of the day. He was currently seated in a skatepark, side by side with Kes, waiting for that dickhead- and their hamburgers. Kes was in the middle of explaining something about the new trick he learned and Luc was in the middle of ignoring the matter of conversation and tapping his foot impatiently because he was hungry when his phone rang. He was 99,2% sure that it was just Ralph who forgot her keys, but the caller ID proved him wrong. It was a number he has probably never seen before, most likely some phone survey or something but he was polite enough to at least pick it up.

Immediately the other side spoke in a Belgian accent: “Hey, is this Luc, the baby gay?”small chuckle could be heard and Luc couldn’t helped but to glance towards Kes because he remembered that night just clearly. Then he amusedly responded: “Yeah, and you’re the guy that reads bedtime stories to his 17 years old best mate.”

Something like a short laugh echoed through the device but then stopped as a warm voice announced: “Yeah, about that, not anymore, and I don’t go back and forth with Jana anymore as well.”

“Well, that’s just marvellous,” Lucas breathed out, “I made some progress myself.”

“Yeah,” Jens paused. “I think I’m ready to love only one but with my whole heart,” he admitted softly.

“And which one of them is the lucky one may I ask?”

“I believe it might be you baby gay.”

[wolfstarwarehouse]

My Favorite Wolfstar Fics of 2019

Before we dive into 2020, I just wanted to highlight some of my favorite fics from 2019! I recommended 75 fics this year, and while I obviously enjoyed reading all of them, these are 15 of my personal favorites. Title links will bring you to my recommendations, where you can see my detailed comments. :)

Overall Favorite Fic of the Year: Common Woodbrown by @imochan

Favorite Marauders Era Fic: The Drought Story by librae

Favorite Post-Hogwarts/First War Era Fic: Combat Rock by @trailingoff

Favorite Magic AU: Skin by @chromat1cs

Favorite Non-magic AU: Guide to Internal Cartography by @mustntgetmy

Favorite Canon Divergent AU & Favorite Characterization: The Crooked Age by @aryastark-valarmorghulis

Favorite Angst & Best Playlist: Let Slip the Dogs of War by @astralhux / itallstartedwithdefenestration 

Favorite Epic: Marauder Ink by @jennandblitz

Favorite Humor & Favorite Pining Sirius: How Remus Got His Groove Back by @theprongsletthatlived / RealityShowJunky

Favorite Spooky Read: They Never Do by @bisexualjamespotter / NachoDiablo

Favorite/Most Beautiful Writing: i can tell you the telling gets old by @leescoresbies / misandrywitch

New Favorite Author I Discovered This Year: @bringblackback / wilteddaisy - Pas de Deux in the Upper West Side

Favorite Rereads: Domestic Creatures by @veeagainsttheday / veeagainst & To Fill A Gap by @sqvalors / berhanes 

Favorite Non-wolfstar Fic: oh, i’m gonna let the future in by @thealmostrhetoricalquestion (albus/scorpius)

[hearttstopper]

Larry

ok

[fatima-fati-deactivated20171115]

More punk!Marauders because I have officially lost control over my life yeahhhh…

Also I discovered that Remus might be the hottest punk ever 

Redbubble || Commission me

[starstruck4moony-deactivated202]

OHMYFUCKING GOD LOOK AT THIS PUNK REMUS!!!!!

[adidalou]

if my life isn't a skam remake why is it full of hell weeks???