My Remus Lupin Headcanons:

My god, this contribution is great! Sorry I didn’t see it earlier.

Here’s some pictures of the two things that inspired my original post:

1. This is Muck, he’s apparently made of 100% recycled plastic and I got him at a castle that had a monster exhibition in the basement:

2. I made Regulus in toca hair salon, it’s supposed to be directly after he left the cave: (This is not an ad)

An AU where Regulus survives the cave and people (mostly Sirius) keep getting him ocean/fish/kraken themed gifts.

Examples of these gifts include:

A Tshirt with a cartoony fish pattern for his birthday. (Where did Sirius get it?? Stores don’t sell these in adult sizes?? And it hasn’t been made larger with magic because the fish are the same size as they are on the kids shirts.)

One of those fish shaped hats that are supposed to look like the fish is eating your head.

(Feel free to add more if you want to)

It’s Halloween and my dad just handed me a 2x mars bar.

I’m also wearing a sweater.

T^T

I found it!!! I’m on mobile so I can’t put the link in a good way but here it is (after the cut):

The first fic in the series is called One of these mornings you’re gonna rise up singing by UnifiedCreations it’s also the first fic in a different series which is also pretty good but that isn’t an au with El Munson

Alternate timeline — El is found by the Munsons.

(I’m going with a headcanon i saw months ago on here suggesting that there would be no investigation at all cause Wayne would see people in suits on his doorstep, think they’re after Eddie and chase them off with a shotgun so they wouldn’t even bother coming back)

S3 Will both would, often does and has multiple times. No clue what happened to his self esteem/confidence in s4 but that applies to like 80% of all the characters in that season. (I have no clue what the writers were thinking that whole time)

Headcanon that Will becomes more comfortable joking with everyone, and when he’s losing Uno he gasps and touches the back of his neck and everyone starts flipping out so he can figure out his game plan with his three yellow cards.

Three is one of my favorite numbers so your age being ten of them is pretty damn amazing, on top of that being in your thirties means that half of your life will have gone by since the time when you had to fight tooth and nail to stay alive as a teenager.

the older i get and the closer i am to reaching 30, the more the people around me try to deny me my age. it’s a constant ‘oh you’re just turning 29 again teehee 🤭’ or ‘dont tell your SO that, he’ll leave you for a younger model 😉’ and i just???? hate it?????????

i spent my entire teenaged years fighting for my life. i crawled through the deepest pits of my depression to cling to the promise of a life beyond that pain. i was so convinced that i was going to die young, that i would never see the grace of my age starting with a 2, let alone 3.

so im going to turn 30, and there’s not a damn thing anyone can do to stop me from loving it.

My personal opinion of Remus’ parents:

Lyall: a werewolf hating bigot that “left to buy milk and never came back” one day like a year after Remus was bitten.

Hope: loml, did her absolute best to help Remus and is The Best

james, remus, peter, regulus and sirius playing never have i ever, part 2:

james: never have i ever been caught shagging in a broom closet

peter: *laughs*

sirus, glaring at james: *takes a shot*

remus, flushing: *also takes a shot*

regulus: *cackling*

remus, ready to get pay back: never have i taken someone’s virginity in this room

james: *banging his head on the table*

james: *takes a LONG swig of vodka, straight out the bottle*

sirius: W H A T

remus: *tears streaming down his face, laughing*

regulus: *grabbing the bottle out of james’ hand*

regulus: *attempts to drown himself in the bottle*

This is very random but

FOR THE SAKE OF THE GODS AND ALL THAT IS HOLY! DON’T EAT AN ENTIRE JAR OF ROASTED ONIONS IN A SINGLE DAY! YOU WILL REGRET IT!

I believe the correct saying is: not the sharpest kned in the shife

Thinking about when I worked at a shitty restaurant + one night it was just me + 3 other women on closing shift, so some guy came in the back and waved a knife around, presumably for money but I’m not actually certain, bc he was met with the bartender holding a much bigger knife, a tiny teenager wielding a cast iron pan, an elderly woman holding up a crockpot of clearly boiling water, and me, turning on the meat slicer with eye contact for maximum effect. He left, but the moral of the story is not girl power or whatever, it’s just. Why the fuck would you threaten a room full of underpaid and sleep-deprived blue-collar workers surrounded by lethal weapons.

I’ve been waiting a year to post this