Hollierc - Hollie

me to frank

Chris Pine went full eldest daughter dissociating at family events and you know what good for him

this? pain? 𝘆𝗲𝘀

They watched these children, laughing and running through Hogwarts, grow up. They watched students they loved and nurtured and taught grow up to either be monster’s or die fighting the monsters. Generations of students lay before them, either death eaters or fighting against them. They watched little Tom Riddle, who they taught and love, turn into a horrible person. They watched little Harry Potter, always up to something, die in front of them. They watched little Remus Lupin, laughing and running around with his Marauders, die in front of them. They watched their little wizards and witches become bodies and casualties in a war that wasn’t theirs.

All The Young Dudes

“I’ve loved keeping your secret, Remus wanted to say, I’d keep a thousand more, for you.”

OH MY GOD.

VAMPIRE SIRIUS x COWBOY REMUS (pt. 2)

part 1

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DAVID DAWSON & HARRY STYLES My Policeman (2022) dir. Michael Grandage

wolfstar headcanons because i really haven’t written headcanons for them in a long time

remus gets ill quite easily, and it passes relatively easily. sirius had a better immune system, however, when he does get ill, he can barely get out of bed; remus loves taking care of him

always share cigarettes. it’s usually sirius who shares them, although remus doesn’t like how heavy they are

remus absolutely fell first, because sirius was too oblivious to his own feelings in order to sort out what he feels like towards remus

speaking of which, remus is absolutely IN LOVE with sirius. whenever sirius walks into the room, remus’ eyes slip to him, and he’s always brighter around him

sirius initiated their first kiss, and let’s just say remus thought about it for a very long time

out of the two of them, remus is more affectionate. he goes up to sirius and hugs him, gives him little handmade gifts, and sirius just melts

i’m sorry but sirius is taller than remus and he always rests his head on remus’

remus falls asleep literally everywhere and his head always falls on sirius’ shoulder. he just lets him sleep there

they bought the cheapest and shittiest apartment in soho that they could find and then threw a party in it the first night they got there

remus is a passenger princess, sirius loves driving

remus is not a huge fan of jewellery (on himself, he loves it on anyone else), but he still wears the ring that sirius gave him as a joke in fifth year

Remus (angrily): Sirius, why do you always have to act like a fucking child?

Sirius: Because I had to grow up fast and didn’t get to enjoy my childhood. I spent my entire childhood taking care of my younger brother so he wouldn’t have to suffer as much as I did

Remus:

Sirius (spraying silly string into Remus’ face and riding away on a tricycle): So fuck you!

violence 🙊

Imagine first year Harry Potter looking for Fred and George to see if they want to have a snowball fight with him and Ron and finding an odd piece of parchment lying in their room. 

Imagine first year Harry Potter picking the parchment up and examining it, because he’s learning that in the wizarding world nothing is ever as it seems, not even old pieces of parchment. 

Imagine first year Harry Potter tapping his wand to the parchment to see if anything happens and, to his surprise, seeing thin, angular writing appear as if written by an invisible hand. 

Imagine first year Harry Potter’s excitement when the parchment reads: Mr. Prongs asks who is trying to uncover the carefully guarded secrets of the Marauders. 

Imagine first year Harry Potter whispering “My name is Harry Potter and I didn’t mean to pry,” before hurriedly trying to refold it and return it to where he’d found it 

Imagine first year Harry Potter’s astonishment when the writing reappears, this time saying: Let Mr. Prongs share his immense joy that Harry Potter has found this. He hopes that Harry will find the contents of this parchment useful and use it in a way that would make his father proud. 

Imagine first year Harry Potter’s smile sliding off his face as he says quietly, “I don’t know. My father’s dead, you see. 

Imagine first year Harry Potter’s confusion when the writing appears once again, saying: Mr. Prongs wishes to tell Harry Potter that while his father may be dead, he is still looking out for him and is incredibly proud of him. Mr. Prongs hopes that Harry Potter knows his father loves him very much. 

Imagine first year Harry Potter taking the map back to his dormitory and spending the rest of the evening talking to the mysterious Mr. Prongs about his mother and father, about whom the invisible man seems to know quite a bit.

"you're pretty," sirius says lazily, his fingers tangled in remus' curls; he doesn't know how to respond to that.

he doesn't think he's pretty. his nose is too big and crooked, his eyebrows are too thick, his face is uneven; his mouth and eyes are too big for his face, he has acne scars and of course, the ones he hates. he never was pretty, not even as a child, and he never wished to be. he considered beauty subjective, but it was a truth that he wasn't beautiful.

however, when he's with sirius, he can't help but feel so. he's with sirius, who makes everything seem so beautiful; sirius, who's as imperfect as he is. neither of them is perfect; and maybe that was important, maybe that was what made them who they were, that they saw the beauty in what they considered ugly, that they loved the "unlovable".

they're sitting on the floor of the ruins of the castle in remus' hometown, sirius' back pressed against the wall, remus' head in his lap. he looks up and he meets grey eyes and a straight nose, and he smiles. he sits up; they're at approximately the same level now, and amber blends into silver, and that, that, the place where remus ends and sirius begins and the place where neither knows who exactly is who, that is beautiful.

"you're pretty, too, sirius." he needn't have said that; it was one of those all-known truths, the ones written in books, the one that stars know, too.

sirius hums, and kisses him. he's beautiful; they both are.

please go read this!!

The Trouble With Falling In Love

The trouble with falling in love, Remus reasons, is that you can never be sure who anyone is. Ed Sheeran using his second account, for instance. A flat earther with a pierced tongue. The guy you've just been set up on a fake date with.

Wait, what?

or: Sirius can't write; James can't get a date; Lily can't make a plan; and Remus just can't.

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(note: as of tuesday, may 4th (star wars day), the fic still lists as having been written by anonymous. I promise I actually did write it.)