Actually, Ratatouille Is The Dish’s Name, You’re Thinking Of Ratatouille’s Monster.

Actually, Ratatouille is the dish’s name, you’re thinking of Ratatouille’s monster.

Soon

The early morning breeze swept around Remus as he found himself back at the cemetery in Godric’s Hollow, he held a small flat stone along with an old picture. He had dark circles under his eyes from the stress of the upcoming war but he knew he needed to do this before things got worse.

Remus sat himself down in front of James and Lily’s grave, feeling lonelier and emptier now than ever. He slowly picked up the flat stone he had brought, written across the top

Here lies the memory of Padfoot

Beloved friend, brother, and godfather

Remus dragged his thumb across the letters, tear drops splattering on the small stone before he placed it in the middle of James and Lily’s own.

“Thought pads should be with you two” Remus muttered, picking up the picture on his lap he looked down at it and laughed quietly at the five of them across it

“You expect me take this picture but none of you are cooperating” Marlene grumbled as she tried ordering the boys and Lily around

“Blame Potter, we would have had this picture hours ago if he hadn’t insisted on fixing his hair” Lily muttered “It doesn’t just look like this lily, it’s artistically messy” She mimicked her boyfriend’s voice while James grumbled on about Lily being a horribly rude girlfriend

“It’s not only you two, it’s also Sirius and Remus who have been snogging in the corner for the past fucking fifteen minutes!” Marlene yelled causing the two mentioned to break apart from each other

“He started it!” “He started it!” They both yelled out at the same time

“Will you all just fucking get over here and do something or else I’m leaving” Marlene warned

“Alright McKinnon, don’t get your knickers in a twist” Sirius teased, yelping when Marlene flicked him across the forehead

James stood in the front with his right arm slung over Peter’s shoulder and his left arm around Lily’s waist, Remus was beside Lily teasingly leaning his arm on top of her head before she pinched him

“Where’s Black? I’m taking this photo in ten seconds whether he’s in it or not!” Marlene barked, her forefinger hovering over the shutter

Seconds before she pressed the button Sirius came running behind James, jumping on his back he leaned over to press a kiss to Remus’s cheek as the shutter went off. The impact of Sirius’s jump caused James to tumble over pulling Peter and Lily along with him as Sirius pulled Remus down with him.

They found themselves all laughing loudly sprawled across each other on the floor, elbows and knees digging into place they did not belong

“Someone’s elbow is on my crotch”

“Do you want the picture taken again or not?” Marlene groaned

They all crowded around her looking at the picture before quickly agreeing it was perfect

That day passed over Remus like it was yesterday, their seventh year together. Remus looked back up from the picture to James, Lily and Sirius

“Marlene was not happy with us that day” Remus chuckled

“I wanted to leave this here to remind us all of the good days you know” Remus’s voice was trembling slightly, his hand shaking as he placed the photo below Sirius’s stone

“Because now everything is gone, you’re all gone” Remus mumbled, tears streaking his cheeks “The second war is here and I’m afraid I won’t make it” His vision was blurring from the amount of tears now leaving his eyes

“Tonks is pregnant, I’m going to be a dad” Remus couldn’t help but laugh

“Can you believe it? Me a dad, I can’t though because I’m a fucking monster” Remus sobbed out

“God I can already hear you guys all yelling at me now for saying that, but what if I hurt him? I know you’ll say I won’t but I could. I’m trying though” Remus promised, wiping his face with the back of his hands.

“One thing I needed to leave with you though pads” Remus muttered quietly, pulling a necklace chain from his pocket with a silver ring looped through it

Remus shrieked as Sirius tried carrying him bridal style towards the black lake

“You idiot, you’re going to drop me because you’re tiny” Remus laughed so hard tears filled his eyes

“I am not tiny” Sirius huffed, placing Remus on the ground again

“Not tiny?” Remus asked while looking down at the smaller boy in front of him “So tiny”

“I brought you out here for a reason” Sirius groaned

“Please tell me it’s not because you want to shag-” Sirius cut Remus off by dropping down to one knee “Oh”

“I’m not proposing yet, more pre proposing” Sirius chuckled before looking back up at Remus who was looking down at him with fond written across his face

“Moons, I love you so much. You’re the brightness to my darkness, I want to ask you if you’ll marry me in a few years. After we win this war” Sirius finished, holding up the necklace with the silver ring on it

“Will you marry me one day?” Sirius asked

“Yes, I will always want to marry you, my tiny future Sirius Lupin” Remus grinned as Sirius wrapped the necklace around his neck, the silver ring dangling across his collarbones.

Remus placed the necklace and ring on top of Sirius’s stone

“I never got rid of it, now this is to show you I will never stop loving you. You were my star”

—-

“I’ll see you guys again one day”

With one final look to his friends Remus left, not knowing he would see them sooner than thought.

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wtfismygender

3 years ago

Beautiful ❤️

Thank you for those words, I really needed them right now!

how to have a healthier relationship with your stats page

1. Understand what stats can tell you - and what they can’t

AO3 stats tell you whether or not another user clicked something. That’s it. Hits tell you whether a user clicked the title of your fic. Kudos tell you that a user clicked the little ❤ at the bottom of the page. Comments tell you that a user typed something into a box and then hit the comment button.

Stats do not tell you why a person did any of those things. They also don’t tell you why a person didn’t do them. You know why you do those things yourself, but there are many types of people in the world and we all have our reasons why we do things. You can’t assume that every other user of AO3 uses the site the same way you do.

Stats are not a reliable way to find out if you’re good at writing. They’re not a way to tell if you are loved. They have nothing to do with the quality of your work or your worth as a person.

2. Don’t compare yourself to others - or yourself

Because stats are not a reliable way to judge quality or skill or the effort you put into a story, comparing your stats against another author will also not tell you which of you is the “better” author or which of you has a “better” story. They can tell you which story was more popular, but popularity itself has very little to do with skill or quality.

This is also true of your own work. Chances are very real that the story you’re most proud of is not the story with the best stats. Don’t let one story’s relative success or failure affect how you feel about another’s.

3. Focus on things you can control instead of things you can’t

Once you’ve posted your story, the reaction to it is out of your control. It will get however many hits, kudos, and comments other people decide to give it and you can’t do much about that at all.

What you can control, however, is the work you put into the story before you post it. Celebrate statistics like word count or time spent writing or the number of WIP you’ve managed to finish. Those are all numbers that are in your control, that you have the power to alter and affect.

Find something in every story that makes you happy. It doesn’t have to be the whole fic. It could be one particular characterization, a scene, or a line. Maybe you wrote a particularly funny joke or a really moving description or a hot love scene.

Highlighting positive emotions and being proud of your own work will make you less reliant on the opinions of other people. You’ll develop more confidence, and that will help you avoid the stats spiral in the future. Finding motivations inside of yourself is much more reliable than getting motivation from people who might or might not continue to provide it.

4. If you can’t ignore stats, avoid them

The first time I had an unhealthy relationship with my stats page, I ended up quitting fic entirely for about a year. I still wrote, I just didn’t post anything on AO3. I couldn’t trust myself not to focus on the numbers and make myself crazy, and so I didn’t allow myself to look at them at all.

The second time I found myself starting down the stats spiral, I knew the signs and I was able to pull myself out of it. I stopped looking at my stats page, but I was able to continue posting work. I still refreshed the page for the first day to see the hits/kudos/comments but after that first day I only returned to the fic in order to post a new chapter or answer another comment.

There are tools you can use to help you avoid stats. This AO3 skin hides stats entirely. This code hides hits. Here’s one for hiding kudos with additional instructions on how to hide any stats you choose.

5. Be your own cheerleader

When it comes right down to it, the reason why we focus in on stats is because we’re looking for reassurance. We want to know for sure whether we’re a good writer or not. Unfortunately, our stats are never going to tell us that.

A lot of us are also told by others that being proud of something we’ve done or liking something that we’ve created is boastful or bragging or other negative personality traits. But there’s a difference between bragging about how good you are and acknowledging your own skills.

Give yourself permission to like your own work. You might never get that permission from someone else, so you need to take that on yourself.

Start talking to yourself the way you’d talk to a friend of yours who was working on a fic or a piece of art or doing anything else that requires time and skill. You wouldn’t tear them down, so don’t tear yourself down. Build yourself up. That positive self-talk can be difficult at first, but it’s a habit that pays off over time.

6. Know that I’m proud of you

It takes courage and strength and determination to have an idea and then to act on it. It’s easy to think. It’s a lot harder to write things down. No matter whether you post your story online or you keep it to yourself. No matter whether you get a thousand hits or a dozen. You’re still amazing, and I’m so glad you took that leap ❤

Reblog if Black Lives Matter to you

Where are those woke white people at!?

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wtfismygender

3 years ago

Hi.

I wrote my first fic for the drarry fandom.

It is going to be a very long one. It is a time travel rewrite. Very Au and slow burn.

Draco is transported into the past, into his 11 year old body. But he isn't only carrying mental scars from the war he went through, but his body shows his battles he fought. How will he handle all that knowledge of the future?

I'm excited and would love if you could give it a go

Travels Throught Time

Here is a little excerpt of the first chapter:

With a sign he stands up and opens the door. And sure enough he stands in the hallways of Malfoy Manor. Something is still off, didn't mother just take all of the portraits down. But all around he was greeted with old Malfoy Lords and Lady's.

He walks over to the bathroom, this one at least was just how he remembers it. Over at the sink he turns the water on and splashed his face, he needs to get rid of that nagging feeling at the back of his head. He cups water in his hands and drinks a few sips.

His eyes travel to the mirror over the sink and he screams.

He screams until hands shake him and brake eye contact between him and his reflection.

Read more on AO3 - Travels Throught Time

The first nine chapters are already posted.