I Hate When People Think That Sirius Has To Be Either Tall, Strong, Hyper-masculine, Big-dick, Badass,

Sirius loooooves romantic gestures, so he gets Remus flowers and chocolate and all that jazz on their anniversaries and Valentine’s Day and pretty much every holiday. One Valentine’s Day, Remus gets Sirius a nice bouquet (he went to a florist and asked how to tell someone they’re perfect in flower language). Sirius cries.

It’s okay! He was just hungry and I touched a mouse with my bare hand right before so he got confused. You know he’s very very dumb

Today my snake decided to try to eat me?? Very stupid I am much bigger than him. Did not go how he expected it to go. Silly boy

I think I hate people because on my fic about Sirius struggling with societal norms and wanting to dress feminine but not wanting to be perceived as weird I explicitly stated TWICE that he wasn’t trans (in that fic) and somebody STILL commented about how it was a great female Sirius fic??? I’m so sorry are we illiterate? Are we dumb? What happened? I literally told you he’s a cis guy. He made a big deal out of it. It’s a fic about how society puts people into boxes based on appearance and he didn’t want people to do that. Where do I go wrong? Did they just not read part of the fic? Did they just close their eyes? It was literally tagged as “boys in skirts” what do you mean female Sirius???

Welcome to Marauders Tumblr baby! Everyone is trans depending on the fic and you will never catch a break! It’s the best!

I've rarely seen a more validating sentence in my entire life.

IT WAS ABSOLUTELY NOT A MISTAKE

Sirius smokes. Remus sits outside to talk to him while he does it. James follows them out and blows bubbles just to hang out with them. Peter follows James out and watches the smoke and bubbles.

Hey so anyone who sees this is required to read my new fic.

It’s on Ao3, it’s Sirius and James friendship centric, it’s horribly angsty, and I’ve dedicated too much time to it. It’s 26k words. I’m dead. I’m dying. I’ve died.

EDITING LATER FOR CLARITY! It’s very very dark and if literally anything in it is something you don’t think you can read, that’s perfectly fine. Do not make yourself read anything! This post is a joke just meant to make some people aware of my fic! Take care of yourself first and foremost.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64044454

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Pairing: Sirius Black/James Potter/Remus Lupin (romantic Sirius Black/Remus Lupin)

Top/dom Sirius, switch/sub James, bottom/sub Remus

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“You like quidditch, right, Jamie?” Sirius asks lightly, tugging James back so he’s leaning against the older boy’s chest, his weight being supported in its entirety. It’s… attractive. Hot. Sexy, even.

“Uh, yeah,” James laughs anxiously, confused and trying hard to hide the hear building in his belly. “I love it, you should know that by now,” he tries to joke, but he just feels dizzy.

“Do you prefer watching or playing?” Sirius questions, fingers tracing little infinity loops on James’ stomach. Somehow, it doesn’t feel like he’s talking about quidditch, but what else could it be?

“Playing,” he answers. Of course he prefers playing. As much as James loves going to games, watching his favourite players, he absolutely adores the wind in his hair, a broom handle under his palms… it’s his passion, his life.

“Do you feel the same way about sex?” Sirius asks like he’s talking about the weather. James’ heart starts pounding like he’s on a broom again, seconds away from winning a game.

How many words does a oneshot need to be before it stops being a oneshot bc we’re currently at 19k and I still have more to add :/

“Walburga was also the given name of the mother of Josef Mengele, a Nazi doctor who conducted horrific experiments on prisoners in concentration camps. She was said to have been extremely cruel and a Nazi supporter, rather like Walburga Black's views on retaining blood purity.” (Walburga Black wiki)

This being part of the entomology of Walburga Black’s name is probably telling of her treatment of those she disagreed with (see: Sirius). Also, Harry and Sirius both relating Dolores Umbridge (who repeated physically and mentally tortured Harry) is also something to note. Not to mention the constant screaming at everybody, especially Sirius, in portrait-form, and how Sirius behaves when in 12 Grimmauld Place. That was the behaviour of a man forced to live in the place he was abused.

Padfoot curled around Remus while he reads, head in his lap, keeping him nice and toasty, and snarling at the kids who tried to call him “Loony Lupin” or anything else. Padfoot lying across James’ legs, on his back, while he does homework, barking to startle people for fun when they walk by. Padfoot sitting on Effie’s feet, warming them up while she knits, napping, listening to music on the record player. Padfoot balled up next to Monty on the couch, listening to him read the papers aloud and then work on his crosswords. Padfoot lying in bed next to Peter, demanding scratches while he works on homework, nuzzling him lightly whenever he seems stressed. Just… Padfoot being an overprotective, massive dog that likes to take care of his humans and be a cutie (he’s the size of a black bear, most people actually think he’s terrifying).