wolfstarhq:

Hi there, thanks for the ask! Please don’t perish on me, I need your awesome content on my dash ❤

The Palo Alto house is small, since NorCal crams as many houses onto each block as possible and then charges you a blood sacrifice each month to live there. Living room, kitchen, three bedrooms, two bathrooms. There’s a little pool in the backyard and a high fence for the illusion of privacy when the houses are so close you could high five your neighbor through your bathroom windows.

The front door opens into the living room, which is dominated by the biggest TV that could fit through the door, a sick sound system, and every gaming console imaginable. Sirius’ art is on the walls, along with shitty crayon drawings that James creates and frames with great fanfare. There’s a bookshelf in the corner stuffed with old text books, copies of the Economist, and an assortment of random shit that Remus picks up in used book stores. The coffee table is usually covered in some sort of electronic thingy that James or Sirius is in the process of messing around with. Peter’s couch is the ugliest plaid monstrosity ever that they dragged in from the street corner when they moved in, but it’s comfy as hell, so it stays. At least 46% of the stuff in the house is branded shit that they got for free from their fellow startups and tech companies.

To the left is a hallway with a bathroom, James’ room, and Remus’ room. James’ walls are covered in posters of various athletes and Bollywood films, and there are concert tickets and photobooth photo strips jammed into the sides of his mirror. James will leave his shit all over the common areas, but when it comes to his own room, he’s got a ton of organizational systems and keeps things pretty neat and clean. 

Remus’ room still has boxes that he hasn’t unpacked since he moved in. He doesn’t have any permanent decorations on the walls, even though he’s lived there for five years. He’s got a life size cardboard cutout of Iron Man in the corner that was jacked from the theatre when the Marauders went to see Iron Man 3. There are no less than five hoodies draped around the room at any given time.

To the right of the living room is the master bedroom and bathroom (which has access from the bedroom and the hallway). Sirius arm wrestled James for the master when they moved in, and won. Sirius’ bed is perpetually unmade. His clothes are stashed in laundry baskets around the room since his closet is overflowing with art supplies. He’s got a series of chain locks and deadbolts installed on the door to stave off pranking attempts. He doesn’t have any of his own art on the walls (he prefers to give it away rather than keep it) but he does have two of James’ stick figure scribbles and pictures of the Marauders at BFD each year framed and hanging on his wall.

i love thiiiis thank you, you saved my life

i hate it when i dont relate to these “tag yourself” memes… i cant believe there were only six (6) sets of personnalities available on this good earth and i’m none of them

me, writing a story : ha the writing is flowing pretty naturally and the story is likeable, i guess this might turn out pretty okay

me, in my head : …and i am oh so honoured to accept this Nobel price of litterature and would like to thank the jury

sirius black wearing cute pyjamas will never fail to make me do the Fluff Giggle ™

oyevans:

you want to know what’s canon? lily evans bloody adored james potter, that’s what.

nonasuch:

all right. so. this is a Harry Potter AU, in rambly and abbreviated form.

• this is a version of events where, on the morning of November 1st, 1981, the police are called to a house in Surrey.
• when they arrive, a large man with a red face and a moustache is waiting for them, brandishing a baby.
• to be more accurate: he is brandishing a basket. the basket contains a baby.
• he tells the police that his wife found the basket on their doorstep that morning. “Gave her the shock of her life,” he says, with a chuckle that does not seem the least bit sincere.
• the police officers have a lot of questions about this, but the man does not have any useful answers. his wife, he tells them, is not in any shape to be interviewed. “she’s been poorly,” he says, “and we’ve got a baby of our own to worry about, keeping us up at all hours.”
• the baby in the basket seems to be about a year old. he is cheerful, seems healthy aside from a cut on his forehead, with a crooked sticking plaster on it. he has startlingly green eyes.
• there is no identifying information in the basket, except for a torn scrap of paper with ‘his name is Harry’ on it in a delicate hand.
• there is nothing else to be done, it seems. the officers take baby Harry, and leave.
• one of them comes back a few days later for a follow-up interview with the woman who found the baby. she seems a little fragile, and her own baby, in the next room, keeps up a constant shrieking tantrum the whole time the officer is there. “I’m sorry,” the woman says, with a brittle smile. “this has all been a bit much. I recently lost my sister, you see.”

Afficher davantage

this is an amazing fanfiction! everyone go and read it!

im as disappointed as everyone else by the “still no canon gay dumbledore” reveal but honestly after the cursed child who is even surprised

you-have-been-hadfoot-by-padfoot:

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“Papa, can you check for monsters under my bed?” A small 4 year old looked up, hazel eyes meeting his father’s green ones.

“Now, Remus, we both know there aren’t monsters under your bed. Now stop this nonsense and go to sleep.” Lyall returned his son’s gaze with a stern look.

“But, Papa-”

“No, bed now.”

—

“This man is a werewolf!” Lyall was pleading with his fellow coworkers, trying to get them to believe him.

“We have no proof he’s hurt anyone, Lupin.”

“But he’s a werewolf! He’s a vile creature with no soul. An animal. We ought to just put him down now. You must believe me, Atkins!”

The other man just laughed him off.

“Mr. Greyback, I apologize for the inconvenience, you are free to go.” The dirty man being released by Atkins flashed a horrid grin at Lyall Lupin before being escorted out of the ministry building. Lyall Lupin’s blood ran cold at the sight.

—

“Papa, there’s a monster under the bed.”

“No, Remus there isn’t.”

“But, Papa, I saw it, I mean it this time, it was big with red eyes and-”

“DIGON! I’ve had a hard day at work and I’m not in the mood for your childish games. You are entirely too old for this. Now. Climb into your bed, lay down, close your eyes, and go to sleep. Understand?” Not accustomed to his dad yelling at him in Welsh, the child just nodded solemnly and crawled into bed. Once he heard his parents’ door close, little Remus pulled his blanket over his head, hiding from the monster with red eyes.

The scraping of nails on the wood floor woke the boy. Tentatively peaking out of his covers, Remus beheld a tall but dirty creature with glowing eyes grinning at him with a smile of nightmares.

“Hello, child. Do you know who I am?” came a snarl. The shake of a head was the only response. “Tell your father it was Fenrir Greyback.”

A snarl filled the room as the creature’s body rose to full height. Soon, screams filled the small cottage and Hope and Lyall Lupin ran in to find their only child bleeding uncontrollably from his side.

—

“Mr. Lupin, I’m afraid it is a werewolf bite. The boy has been infected.”

“NO!” Lyall turned and punch the nearest wall, which unfortunately was stone. His wife, eyes glazed over with shock, just slid to the floor, sitting on her knees.

And that was the day the lives of the Lupins were changed eternally.

(Digon is Welsh for enough)

Thank you for the inspiration @jk-destroyed-our-best-gay-ships and @captofthesswolfstar

that is so great!

Remus: We can’t all be social butterflies, Padfoot. For some of us, human interaction is difficult.
Sirius: It might help if you stop calling it « human interaction », Moony.