LET NOTHING YOU DISMAY, by montparnasse
Rating: Mature Word Count: 18,993 Era: Post-Hogwarts
Summary: There are a few things Sirius really didn’t count on for Christmas of 1979. The extreme sexual confusion is one of them; Remus Lupin is approximately seventy-eight of the rest.
Comments: So sweet and fluffy. I love the sexually confused, but also pining, Sirius. And I swear I would read the iTunes terms and conditions if montparnasse wrote it; their writing is so beautiful and warm. You can feel Sirius’ longing and love, and it’s just so wonderful.
Candy Jar ~ 2018 netflix
“Feminism killed chivalry” like…no it didn’t? If anything, feminism encourages chivalry.
Out in public with the guys and one of your friends makes a sexist comment about a female friend/stranger? Rise to her defense. She’s a human being and she doesn’t exist for you. She exists only for herself. You won’t tolerate this kind of talk.
At a bar or club, and you see a man slip something in to a drink/relentlessly pursuing a woman despite her many protests? Tell him to knock it the hell off. Get her out of this situation safely. He’s an enemy of women, which means he’s an enemy of yours if this code of chivalry means so much to you.
If you insist on being a warrior for women, then be a warrior for women. Listen to the things that we say and need and ask for.
Hey! I love your blog :) I just wanted to ask if you know any relatively long Wolfstar fics on Ao3 that are more or less completely AU or Non-Magic AU? There probably a lot lmao, so I’m just wondering what your favourites are if it’s not too much of a problem?? Thank you :)
Sure! :) Here are some of my favorites for you!
Aduantas by GoodFrith
A fallen star might be everything Remus needs to turn his entire life around but tracking it down might mean biting off more than he can chew.
Retrial by phoenixgal
Remus Lupin, host of the popular podcast Retrial, decides to focus on the case of Sirius Black, a man convicted of murdering his high school best friend, for his upcoming season. Remus has gotten too close to his subjects in the past, so he promises himself that won’t happen this time.
A Cure For Nightmares by picascribit
1976-1978: There’s a mysterious new boy at St Godric’s boarding school, and Sirius can’t stop thinking about him, but the secret Remus is keeping might break Sirius’s heart.
Stalking Sirius by remuslives23
Reluctant paparazzo, Remus Lupin, manipulates his way into rock star, Sirius Black’s, life, hoping for a scoop that will kick start his flagging career. Instead, he finds himself torn between his growing feelings for Sirius, and the article of a lifetime.
Long Live Living (If Living Can Be This) by excaliburned
It’s the final summer before university, and Sirius has a sneaking suspicion he’s missing something. A summer of pillow-forts, drinking & numerous re-watches of Dirty Dancing ensues. Non-magical AU set in Warwick Castle.
Time is a Fine Invention by bluepeony
Sirius Black expected university to be simple; a medley of moonlight trysts and Good Times. What he didn’t expect was the yearning for home, the strains on his friendships, or falling for the hot-tempered History student Remus Lupin.
Desperado by fluorescentgrey
West Texas, 1861. “I’m unsure when we elected to hand the reigns of this operation over to a hophead felon and a bottom-tier bounty hunter.”
Text Talk by merlywhirls
Sirius is in boarding school, Remus is in hospital, and they don’t know each other until Sirius texts the wrong number.
Life will hit you hard in the face, wait for you to get back up just so it can kick you in the stomach. But getting the wind knocked out of you is the only way to remind your lungs how much they like the taste of air.
Sarah Kay (via observando)
DESPERADO, by fluorescentgrey
Rating: Explicit Word Count: 75,561 Type: Non-Magic!AU, Western!AU
Summary: West Texas, 1861. “I’m unsure when we elected to hand the reigns of this operation over to a hophead felon and a bottom-tier bounty hunter.”
Warnings: Drug use/addiction, character death, graphic depictions of violence
Comments: Where did this glorious, epic fic come from?? I’m not usually one for Western AUs, but this author avoids the tacky romanticization of the West and instead grounds the fic in gritty realism. There’s no shying away from the drugs and violence that outlaw!remus and bounty hunter!sirius experience. Canon elements were so brilliantly mirrored with Riddle’s smuggling operation (Bellatrix was a favorite) and the suspicion surrounding a spy in their group. There’s also a certain satisfaction I get from reading a fic so well researched. I was so enveloped in this world from start to finish; I definitely think this fic needs more love.
you can do this. stop sabotaging yourself and your dreams. there will be risks, there will be stress, but go on and actually pursue what you want to do. you will not regret having tried, all things considered. self-doubt can destroy so much of your life. don’t let it, please.
“You don’t seem the type for petty revenge.”
“….Really? Not the type? Me? Like, two thirds of my personality is petty revenge.”
@hogwartshousesnet: april event | spring
”there’s nothing quite like rolling around in fresh grass, is there, moony?” remus let a smile dance over his face, the glow passing over his cheeks brighter than the early morning sun. “you’re right, pads.” sirius knew something was very wrong if remus was saying he was right.
Types of people
Canvas - always sick, carries around a lot of stuff, jazz music in the background, curly hair, earth tones, statues, eye bags, running to class because you woke up late, rarely shaving, wanting a pet, bar stools instead of chairs, smiling at strangers
Seed - long fingernails, v neck shirts, wearing multiple necklaces, speaking to yourself in different languages, forgetting your lunch at home, decorated sneakers, arguing with siblings, getting scared by the microwave noise, reading without music playing
Pulp - purple pens, singing the wrong lyrics, broken zippers, reckless decisions at 3am, waking up at dawn and playing on your phone, hoodies over jackets, learning a new instrument, headaches in the evening, taking pictures of fireworks that you’ll never look at again
Font - writing long ranty letters, sleeping in public spaces, messy eyeglass lenses, light blue sweatshirts, poor posture, taking off uncomfy shoes after a long day, talking to yourself in the shower, dnd sessions, jingling bells on keychains, the smell of sunscreen
Lantern - hesitant arm touches, sleeping with multiple blankets, awkward conversations with strangers, faking confidence, ice cream during the winter, brightly coloured rain boots, cracked seashells, saving ticket stubs, random freckles, forgetting to drink water, enamel pins
Bristle - short eyelashes, delaying responsibilities, peach tea, humming while you walk, hair covering face, drawing on school desks, stickers everywhere, black headphones, streetlights on the walk home, lying in the grass, jackets in the summertime
Lemon - playing your music out loud in public, wrinkled dress clothes, speaking up, warm summer nights, never wearing makeup, slow runner, heather grey t-shirts, dozens of open tabs, a friend’s selfie as your background, making too much coffee
types of people
moon - candid photos. listening to songs under a blanket. scented candles. the glow of city lights past midnight. picking a wildflower for yourself.
flower - blushing from smiling too much. a bouquet of roses from a lover. a wish on a fallen eyelash. love letters. giving your whole heart to someone. birds singing in the morning.
song - blowing a kiss to the stars. potted plants and stacks of filled notebooks. old magazines. walking down a street in paris. sketching a stranger on the train. silhouettes at 5pm.
sunset - messy scribbles on polaroids. memories tinted with gold. 80s music. a road trip with your best friends. cold soda in the dappled shade. a shell from a beach five summers ago.
cloud - a million daydreams. the comforting scent of old books. fresh sheets after a bath. fairy lights and fluffy cushions. cookies and milk. laughing with someone and being unable to stop.
mist - watching a small raindrop roll down the window. putting on earphones in a bus. staring at the ceiling and thinking about nothing. music from a time you’d rather forget.