#7.2.15

[oldntiredddd]

You smile, mistaking my

silence for reticence

how could you know

I was imagining

what it would take for you to break

under the pressure of my tongue

Telepathy

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[ssdgames]

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[notanotherblack-blog]

Can’t Run Without a Pack || Sirius and Remus|| July 2nd 2015

Sirius 14:33 Where were you last night? I went to your apartment, you weren’t there. I could tell even though I couldn’t even fucking get in because you changed the spells again. Text me. I need to know you’re okay. Sirius 15:51 I am so angry at you I could punch you. You disappear with Fenrir fucking Greyback, end up in jail, and even though I’m the one who was supposed to be with you last night you don’t call and I hear from James what the actual fuck Remus. You’d better be at your house when I show up or I’m locking you in there all damn month. 

Sirius’ rage was warming his blood to boiling. His stomach was twisting and turning, and each of his limbs felt on fire. He tried to walk--to do the responsible thing and take the underground, knowing it wasn’t smart to apparate in such a state, but he couldn’t take it. He couldn’t take how slow his body was compared to the whirlwind of his mind. 

Practically in the middle of the street, Sirius took a quick turn. He landed, stumbling, between the garage and the large privacy fence of Remus’ complex. His adrenaline coaxed him into a jog while Sirius made his way to the correct building, then ran up the steps. 

The door was unlocked, which meant Remus had gotten his text and was smart enough not to try keeping Sirius out a second time. Alternatively, it was that the gods were on Remus’ side for once and had allowed him to forget to lock the door behind him. Either way, Sirius was able to slam his way into the flat uninhibited. 

Remus was on the sofa, reading, trying hard--or so Sirius believed, looking at the tense lines of his friend’s posture--not to respond to the loud hit of his door against the wall. The moment Sirius saw him, he took one stride to the sofa, then grabbed Remus, hands grasping at the cloth of Remus’ shirt so that Remus’ shoulders were against his knuckles. His hands were quickly brushed away, and Sirius despite his anger backed down enough for Remus to stand on his own. 

“What the fuck happened?” Sirius demanded, his face red with worried anger. The moment Remus stood, Sirius almost wanted to push him back down, hold him down against the sofa and just scream at him. His hands balled into fists. “What the hell is wrong with you? What were you even thinking?” 

Unable to help it anymore, Sirius pushed against Remus’ shoulders, hoping the other would fall back to the couch. Sirius was so angry just looking at Remus made him want to punch him or maybe hug him until he couldn’t breathe because the damn idiot was at least alive.

[eightsteps]

Kaoshiung Art district

[thehushedpoet]

7/2/15 - 11:46pm

Chance:      that thing you take         that involves risk                       and the unknown. Chance:   what comes with     going to college for a high                           degree and  debt. Chance:   what comes with     quitting one job in search               for one with more                                 meaning. Chance:   a daughter of                               Reality  &     the notorious sense of                                   being.

- T.L. // chance

[violettewednesday]

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[violettewednesday]

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[wastemypotential]

I went and saw Ed last night AND IT WAS ABSOLUTELY AMAZING. I saw him on the red tour, but his set was only like 45 minutes and I was basically useless because we got upgraded to front row and I was a mess and don’t remember much of it. BUT LAST NIGHT WAS BLISS. So much talent it hurts.