#may we queue again

[daily-hanamura]

#p4 #p4g #persona 4 #persona 4 golden #hanamura yosuke #yosuke hanamura #souyo #the fact that whether the player agrees or disagrees with her is irrelevant to yu's perception of his relationship with yosuke #in that it is strong #in that they get along #in that yeah yu essentially says thats right we DO get along well #i guess there isn't really a right or wrong answer but the second option rings a lot truer to me #thinking again about yosuke's “you were transferring from the city so i thought we would get along” #except yosuke's arc eventually being about “it's not where you're from or where you are it's who you're with” #yosuke also thinking that they were going to have a largely superficial friendship at first except it's upended later #but i also love that yu could establish that depth and his attachment/connection to yosuke as early as MAY #this is ONE MONTH after yu pulls yosuke out of the trashcan #day 2198427 of me yelling about how important yosuke is to yu even if yosuke doesn't see it IT'S SO OBVIOUS TO EVERYONE #he's good with his queue

[wonderinc-sonic]

I think Shadow should try to destroy the world again. But this time not because he's been manipulated by his creator. For himself. It's self care.

#don't tell me he has developed as a character i know and i don't care #i think it would be fucking hilarious #acceptable reasons: too many people think hes nice; had to wait in a queue behind lady walrus; sonic said he never would #shadow the hedgehog #just have him be evil for one more game please he was such a fun evil guy and we may never get him again #i am feeling some typa way about shadow being allowed to kill everyone #wonderincs

[solarpunkani]

With genuine respect, re: recent ask abt this, the reason a third party candidate won't work is not about numbers and more about the electoral college. Electors commit to vote for their party nominee OR in some states whoever wins the state; tmk there are no third-party electors (certainly not enough to win FPTP) and neither party would replace/challenge an incumbent no matter how unpopular they are. Unfortunately, the two-party system is gonna result in one of two parties, and that simply cannot be fixed with a top-down one-ballot candidate in the next nine months.

There is hope though! It just takes time, just like with environmental reform!! We need a large progressive presence in Congress first, so that we can get national ranked choice voting/get rid of the EC, plus a few other changes. We need more progressives to both vote AND run at all levels/offices and every opportunity, and to continue this high-energy protesting and involvement. It might take 8-12 years (just 2-3 federal elections!) but it is absolutely doable, if we buy ourselves more time this year to be able to make those changes at all in the future.

ugggghhhhh I completely forgot about the electoral college you're totally right about that.

With that in mind yeah you're 100% right. It's just like. God. It feels like 90% of the people running blue for any level are just so increidbly.... basic. Basic at best, pro-genocidal and stagnation fans at worst.

Still, I wouldn't be a solarpunk blog if I didn't have hope for a better brighter future. But goddammit I'm impatient.

#out of queue #ani rambles #answered asks #anonymous #the electoral college is so dumb....... #guess i should look into what all offices are up for grabs in my state/district and see whos running with what platform #and cross my fingers we arent fuckin red again..... #(in my HEART of hearts i hope neither joe nor biden make it to the end of the race by whatever means that may be) #(whether that be the parties simply back other members or if they get jailed/sent to homes or kick it with the homies... idc)

[not-poignant]

AAAAAAA I JUST GOT INTO YOUR UNDERLINE THE BLACK STORY AND I BINGED THE ENTIRETY IN A DAY, AND ALSO HEARD ABOUT YOUR HIATUS, SO THEN YOUR SUDDEN UPDATE WAS SUCH A PLEASANT SURPRISE!!!!

PLEASE REMEMBER TO REST THOUGH, AND NOT TO PUSH YOURSELF TOO HARD, love your work!

Hallooooo

I am not pushing myself too hard! And posting the chapter felt really nice/good, so I promise I wasn't hurting myself at all by posting it. :D I've written up to chapter 93 so I have a good buffer!

I'm so glad you've been enjoying it! I'm sorry you landed in the middle of a hiatus (if it helps at all I've always finished all my long serials, even the ones I've taken a hiatus through), but also happy you got to have that little extra update.

Remember to look after yourself as well!! :D I hope I can keep bringing more fun/exciting/upsetting/comforting chapters to folks soon *bounces*

#asks and answers #underline the black #why are people so nice #underline the rainbow #thank you again anon #i am taking care! #i thought about it a lot and i *may* post something extra next month too #but i may not! #we'll see how we go #it's been a very quiet month on the writing front #but i did catch up on my editing! #administrator gwyn wants this in the queue

[ereborne]

Song of the Day: May 3

"Life Less Frightening" by Rise Against

#song of the day #'I don't ask for much / truth be told I'd settle / for a life less frightening' #another song that when I sing it alone it doesn't sound much like the original but I do so like to sing it #check me stirring my roux humming 'these lives we live test negative for happiness' sweetly to myself #today was Friday and I'm still trying to decide if I'm satisfied with the amount of work I got done this week #I suppose I'll have to be #I had my weekly report meeting and again the updates my boss asked for in the meeting were not the ones she asked me to prepare #so I split-screened her and delivered the prepared updates as I frantically opened and updated the new request #and then when she finished making politely falsely interested sounds (I'm not bitter I'm not I'm not) she asked again for the new update #and by then I had it ready! saved it as I brought up the share-screen and showed it to her #too frustrated in the moment to be properly proud of myself but now it's hours later and I'm feeling a little smug about it #little back-pats for me #I have something like a project timeline worked out for the idiot project #and I did some good work in the garden (nasturtium growing up the post under the bird feeder. very pleased it took the transplant so well) #and I sooooort of sorted the freezer stuff. kind of. mostly we ate the things I wanted to rearrange but I've got a plan for moving forward #the last non-work thing I'd really wanted to accomplish this week was getting my queue set up again here #I've gone through my drafts and done some prep but as you can see the queue isn't actually running again yet #hopefully I'll do that tomorrow. we'll see how it goes #the queue may have to wait until Sunday because I must confess if I can accomplish only one single solitary thing tomorrow #I would like it to be six hours of uninterrupted sleep. may it please the gods I shall rest tomorrow. blessed weekend #edit: wait wait I'm a fool I'm a fool I just typed 'May 3' and still I am a fool #it's May the Fourth!! #happy star wars day my loves if I don't get the queue up today after all #it's because I'm reshuffling everything because I've got a new influx of SW posts to distribute!!

[flailingdoodle]

i should play enderal again.

#post; text #text; mine #i am. feeling the urge. to get my shit wrecked (affectionate) #vanilla+ enderal. saving the somnium modlist for my next vatty run. #it's just so damn cheerful outside with the flowers and sunlight and i need the suncoast in my life right now #besides. marc needs a revamp. they've simmered on the back burner for a hot minute and they deserve to have some time out of containment #this may be the 'pre-spring break' thoughts grabbing me. we shall see if things can get Done to facilitate this. and all the other bits. #anywho. i hope y'all are doing well. gotta fill up the queue again. apologies for the ancient notifs that are about to happen from here. <3

[wonderloste]

"  —  you always refer to it as a kiss."  they pull back from @londonfallen before he's ready for them to do so, falling from the tips of their toes back to their heels. their hand raises to gesture 'tween their lips, which moments before had been so sweetly claimed. sour for the loss of their affections, they're sure he will be, but their eyes narrow, amused smirk worn 'pon their expression, now.  "i don't understand. a strange hume twist of the tongue, perhaps? 'tis not a kiss, that. it's called a thimble! a kiss is a little piece of metal you wear 'pon your finger, sweet dove."

#ʚ x. queue ɞ ⁄ you know your story’s already been told‚ we can’t play again if you sell your soul. #im too sad to do a real thread reply today this is my apology #have smth small and stupid and not 1k words this is all i have to give u today kjnmerkjhnm aaaaaaaaa #londonfallen #ʚ o. in character ɞ ⁄ you’ll lose your mind wandering for hours‚ may even decide to start talking to flowers. #ʚ c. bandersnatch ɞ ⁄ you go down just like holy mary‚ mary on a cross : your beauty never‚ ever scared me. #◟ ❥ silas + carisma : your heart knew the path‚ is this the place we used to love? am i the one you dreamt of? › londonfallen.

[doctordonovan-a]

❀    ||     sir,  it’s the romulans,  we have to take them out.

#𝗙𝗜𝗟𝗘: // edits #𝗢𝗢𝗖: // mutuals may reblog #𝗢𝗢𝗖: // non mutuals will die by my blade #𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗥 𝗧𝗥𝗘𝗞: // tomorrow we disappear into the unknown #𝗢𝗢𝗖: // I'm crying about my half romulan child again #𝗢𝗢𝗖: // maeve vs the knowledge so many people she cares for would want her dead #𝗢𝗢𝗖: // if they had any clue #𝗢𝗢𝗖: // being s31 - to an extent - actually protects her #𝗢𝗢𝗖: // she hates it but she knows it's a necessity #𝗙𝗜𝗟𝗘: // faceclaims #𝗙𝗜𝗟𝗘: // aesthetic #𝗢𝗢𝗖: // tell me this is pretty I spent so long on it #𝗙𝗜𝗟𝗘: // queue

[midnightmoonbeams]

Celsius says... if you say "poo ink" one more time. Apparently, she really didn't want anyone to potentially ruin Nintendo's future thoughts on ink colors. I tend to agree. Much as we all want to joke about the ink colors, I still feel like we should restrain ourselves because it might come back to bite us.

May 15th, 2019

#splatoon #splatoon 2 #spl2n #ink colors #guys #i know the ink colors make us think of other things #but can we keep it on the d/l #i don't want nintendo to not let us use these ink colors again #don't ruin a good thing #splatfest #splatfest may 2019 #time travel vs teleportation #time travel #teleportation #nintendo #nintendo switch #plaza #plaza art #queue

[tiptapricot]

Did not get into some zines I applied to n that’s ok, but also that means I’ll likely b able to reopen comms again sooner!! Still finishing up a seasonal job for the next week and will b figuring out how I want to go about things, but if you’re interested in planning something I’ve updated my sheet pricing and offerings so check that out linked on my pinned post :-)

#those on my notif queue/who reached out when I didn’t have slots will b given first pick but! that may not fill up all slots we shall see #the fruit is talking again

[hua-fei-hua]

how did hannah montana maintain a double life for so long. i can barely maintain two blogs where one of them is only active for like one day every three months

#(yeah yeah the secret second blog i've been running since late 2016 we all know about it--) #i should really make that blog lore page but i'm working on maintaining the secret second blog's anonymous sideblog #even tho its maintenance wasn't even due until march. now it's due again in like april/may-ish #BUT ONLY bc i increased the queue rate bc i was just indulging in So Much old gnshn art that it may very well have hit the limit #it might still hit the limit! i got a lot more blogs to look through n pillage #花話

[kimmkitsuragi]

i was so determined to delete tumblr app again because it adds to my distraction problem a lot but guess what happened? tumblr is absolutely not working on desktop for me lol

#is this about an update or is it my extensions we may never know #so im in the app again butttt i never ever rb or queue things on mobile i just scroll mindlessly #because when i try to rb or queue something chances are the app just freezes lmao #so yeah tumblrs not working on mobile not working on desktop so?? #i have a looooot of posts to queue on desktop and when i can do it im deleting the app #and i hope there's a way to limit the access to certain websites on desktop lmao #like an extension or something #i should do that for mobile too but i guess it will be fine after i delete tumblr #if it's still not fine we are actually doing some time limitations and see if they work 💀 #🗒

[rileyslibrary]

It’s lunchtime at the military base, and you can’t decide what to eat. Ghost is getting hangry.

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“It’s a simple question,” he says. “What do you want?”

“I don’t know, Lieutenant.”

“Are you hungry?” He asks and lifts his hands.

“Yes, sir.”

“What exactly are you hungry for?”

“I-I don’t know.”

He drops his arms to his sides and sits at the corner of his desk. He touches the back of his neck with one hand while supporting himself with the other.

“Every fucking day, you do this to me,” he murmurs. “If you don’t decide this time, I’ll go eat alone.”

“Oh! Is that so?” You squint and hunch forward at your desk.

“Yes!” He yells as he stands up and walks towards you. “Yes, I will. In fact, I would love to.”

Your eyebrows shoot up, and your jaw drops. How dare he? You’d been teammates for years, sticking with him through thick and thin, never betraying him once. But now he...

“...Would love to?!”

“That’s right!” He snaps and slams his hands against your desk. “So, for the last time: What. Will. It. Be?”

You lean back in your chair and bite your pen while considering your options. Ghost’s gaze darts from you to the pen, then back. He groans and grabs the pen from your hand, tossing it to the side.

“Pens are off the menu today,” he declares, snapping his fingers, “I need an answer. Now.”

Dumfounded, you stare at the pen on the floor. If someone else had done this to you, you would have slapped them in the face. Worse, if he had watched anyone else treat you that way, he would have ripped their limbs off their body.

But he’s hangry. As insignificant as this conversation appears, he doesn’t handle his hunger with the same poise he handles other, more complex situations. Not only that, but your indecisiveness doesn’t help, either. You need to make a decision quickly, so you sit up straight and place your hands on the table.

“What are my options again?” you ask.

“Pizza or burger.” He replies sternly.

“I don’t want piz—”

“Burger it is, then,” he says with a nod. He knocks his knuckles twice on the desk and strides towards the office door.

“W-wait, Ghost, wait!”

He sighs and leans against the door, his hand on the handle.

“I don’t like the base’s burgers.” You mumble.

“Nobody likes the base’s burgers!” he yells. “But we still eat them!”

“I was wondering,” you say and lower your voice, “if there is another choice?”

He’s softly bashing his head against the door, and you try to persuade him that there should be a third option—a vegetarian meal, perhaps. In response, he begins making whimpering noises. He’s the one getting on your nerves now.

“You know what?” you snap, “I’ll go check by myself.”

He extends a hand in your direction and shows you his palm.

“No, no, no, no!” he cries. “You join the others in the queue, and the entire base will starve until you decide!”

You scoff at his sarcasm, and he opens the door.

“Listen,” he says, “I’ll go check and call you, okay?”

“LIEUTENANT!” you shout, but he slams the door behind him. You peek over at his desk. “You forgot your phone...” you murmur to yourself.

The lieutenant was a very cold man when you first met him. His responses were limited to yeses and nos with the occasional shrug, and he never joined you in everyday job activities, especially at lunchtime. You’d always eat alone in the mess hall, and if your breaks coincided with that of Gaz or Soap’s, you’d sit with them and eat lunch together. Ghost would normally sit in the office or hide in a corner around the base and eat since he didn’t want anyone to see him without his mask. But slowly, he came to trust you all with his face, and you’d eat together, locked in your office.

You look at the time. Given his hunger when he left, he should have returned five minutes ago. What if he gave up on you and is already eating with the rest? Sure, your indecisiveness annoys him, especially since he has to deal with it daily, but he’d never let you eat alone, right? On the other hand... he may be trying to teach you a lesson.

You take another glance at the time. This doesn’t feel right. You start cleaning up your desk to head for the kitchen, but someone knocks on the door.

“It’s open,” you announce, “come on in!”

“I’ve got my hands full.” You hear Ghost reply.

You walk up to the door and swing it open. Ghost stands there with a serving trolley full of dishes.

“Thanks,” he murmurs while he pushes the trolley inside the office.

“You forgot your phone!” you inform him.

“I didn’t forget it,” he says as he stops the trolley in front of your desk. “I’d rather put my bare hand in a fire and let it simmer than add a third option to your dilemma and let you decide while there’s a queue of starving soldiers behind me.”

He removes the plates from the trolley and arranges them on your desk. “Here’s the fucking pizza, the fucking shitburger, and the tofu version of the shitburger.”

He places another plate with five pizza slices on his desk. He removes his mask and immediately slaps a piece in his mouth.

“That’s a lot of food, Lt.,” you whisper, scanning the plates before you.

He turns his head towards you and keeps chewing. “Yeah,” he says, swallowing, “better have all the options in front of you than squeeze any reserve of patience I have left.”

You take a slice of pizza from your tray and bite into it.

He stares at you, raises his plate to the sky, and rambles about how “you didn’t want pizza before.” You clarify that, while you still don’t want pizza, it appears to be the best option among the three.

“However,” you continue, “I would murder for a good burger.”

He swallows and takes a second pizza slice from his plate.

“I know a place,” he explains. “We can go tonight.”

“Lieutenant, you smooth operator!” you tease, “like on a date?”

He nods and takes another mouthful. He doesn’t even bother looking at you. He’s too preoccupied with nourishing his massive body to worry about your mocking.

“What kind of a place is it?” You ask.

“It’s a shithole,” he says, “but it does the best burgers you’ve ever had.”

“So, what should I wear?”

He stops eating and aggressively shakes his head.

“Nuh-uh,” he says. “I won’t get involved in your woes again—I’ll give you the address, and you’ll be there at 8 p.m.”

“Are you going to email me the menu so I can decide what to eat ahead of time?”

He swallows and looks at you. “I wouldn’t worry about that,” he says, taking another bite.

“Why?”

“Because there’s no menu at my place.”

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#simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley x you #simon ghost riley x y/n #simon riley x you #simon riley x reader #simon riley x y/n #call of duty #simon ghost riley #modern warfare 2 #simon riley #cod mwii #ghost cod mwii #ghost cod #ghost call of duty #ghost mw2 #call of duty modern warfare #simon ghost riley x gn!reader

[shesacrified]

tag dump: updating tags & new verses!

#✖character study║what’s worse? telling you my feelings or to die without revealing? #✖ask memes║these things have become nothing but plays on words like days of old they serve to instill fear & wonder in children #✖plotting call║autumn is marching on: even the scarecrows are wearing dead leaves #✖starter call║in a drop of your blood is there a shimmering resonance of the evening glow of this world’s sunset? #✖inbox call║it's not good to hide your wounds you know // i'm looking after you #✖affiliates call║as we rest here alone like notes on a page the finest to compose could not play our pain #✖shipping call║well i won't die for love but ever since i met you you could have my heart and I would break it for you #✖mains call║we touched heaven in the midst of hell we kissed the stars before they fell #✖modern verse║but if you knew you might not be able to see it again everything would become special & precious wouldn’t it? #✖anbu verse║it's like I'm leaving all my past & silhouettes up on the wall #✖defector au║i'm ready to lie but say i won't so tell me your secrets & join me in pieces to rot in this garden made of stones #✖survival au║fear is what beats inside her heart in the place where life used to be #✖main verse║there will come a time when you might have to decide who lives & dies out there / it’s a terrible responsibility #✖academy days verse║there’s some good in this world & it’s worth fighting for #✖ic║花の色はうつりにけりないたづらにわが身世にふるながめせしまに #✖open starter║others may forget you but i am haunted by your beautiful ghost others may forget you but i am haunted by your beautiful ghost #✖scheduled post║i hope saying goodnight doesn’t mean saying goodbye #✖queue║away on a mission #✖anonymous inquiries║what about all the times you said you had all the answers? #✖answered║these words are not used for anything else that’s why there is probably no reason to honor the promise from long ago #✖submitted post║of a summer that came and went / for one last nigh / a sign at least / remained #✖wishlist║忘れじの行く末まではかたければ今日を限りの命ともがな #✖saved║des souvenirs d’une patrie perdue de l’espoir d’une terre promise #✖promo║i believe that there is another world waiting for us a better world & i’ll be waiting for you there #✖self promo║you’ll remember me when the west wind moves upon the fields of barley as we walk in fields of gold #✖dash games║how can i blame the cherry blossoms for rejecting this floating world & drifting away as the wind calls them? #✖dash commentary║please forgive me oh mountain path of autumn #✖headcanon║i am not afraid to die but i am afraid to leave you here #✖visage║ひさかたの光のどけき春の日にしづ心なく花の散るらむ #✖music║again this evening ancient rain is singing the same ancient song

[bettysupremacy]

hii! I was wondering if you could write a fic with reader and any marauder (they all fit) and maybe helping or becoming protective over the reader after a concert or party after a creep follows the reader? 😭

I went through a similar experience with a guy following me around after I went to the restroom after a concert, and it ruined my night if i'm being honest, I was scared 😞 I'm not the most shy of people and usually I can handle myself but it was pretty dark and idk the adrenaline from feeling happy to scared shifted pretty quickly. Luckily I found my friends and let them know and we quickly went back to our car (along with a few dirty looks from my friends god bless lol). I swore I could go to the restroom by myself- will not be doing that again :(

you can ignore this request if it makes you uncomfortable!

thank uu

i’m so sorry that happened to you! “(they all fit)”= poly marauders!

There’s something about post concert depression, especially when you’re with the band.

Your glitter eyeshadow is smudged, eyeliner untouched. You’d been shaken around in the pit of your boyfriends fans, and yet the paint hasn’t budged. God bless water-proof makeup. The world seems prettier like this, touched by alcohol and the feeling of soaring pride for your boyfriends. The glittery lights and signs of time square never fail to dazzle you, even now as you lean against Sirius morosely.

“M’hungry.” You frown, toes tipping up towards Sirius, though you fear the mumble may have been more for yourself.

His attention is diverted towards the boys as they discuss what to do now. Plans of how to get home and where to eat. His finger taps your cheek slowly, his focus paying you no mind. Words like Uber, hotel, room service echo throughout their very repetitive conversation.

“Sirius.”

He looks down, a little shocked and sorry at his own attention. “Yes, lovely?”

“M’hungry.”

“Hungry?” He asks, cringing. You’re about thirty minutes from the hotel, and even then, room service will take another thirty.

“So hungry.”

He sighs, unsure of what to do.

“There’s a hotdog stand over there.” You grab his tattooed bicep to balance yourself as you point to your right.

He thinks, peering down at you. “This won’t ruin your dinner?” It’s midnight, but still.

“No,” you sing, reaching up to cup his cheeks. “I really want a hotdog.

He flushes, looking away from your wandering eyes. Normally he wouldn’t let you out of his sight. They would never let you out of their sight in a place like this. But the cart is in eye view of the boys, and he has faith in you not to stray, even in your inebriated manor. It’s not that they don’t trust you, they just prefer to keep you safe themselves. Is that okay?

“Okay,” He murmurs, pulling out his wallet, handing you his card. “At least get the good toppings.”

“I always get the good toppings.” You pull away.

The walk is short and the cart is colorful. Red and white stripes, curvy calligraphy. It shines in your inebriated vision. Beautiful. The queues not long, just an older man waiting in front of you, but it feels like forever as the generous man (with the toppings as well) takes your order and wraps it in warm aluminum foil.

You take the hotdog eagerly. “Thank you.”

It’s heavy in your hands, warm too. You yell Sirius’ name excitedly, waving the hotdog above your head for him to see. He laughs, thumbs up until you bump into a man, smile fading, concern etching his brows.

“Oh,” you murmur, looking up. “I’m sorry.”

“No problem,” he smiles. It’s uncomfortable, not the smile of a friendly civilian.

You laugh. It’s polite, anyone can see that, but he leans closer. He smells like liquor, a disgusting discovery that has you subconsciously leaning away.

“You new around here?”

An actual laugh stumbles out of your lips. “London? No.”

He takes this as an entrance. “You should show me around.”

“No, thank you.” You try to walk past him. Towards Sirius who’s already walking over. “Goodnight.”

“Wait,” he grabs your arm, pulling you back. His fingers dig into your elbow painfully.

“What the fuck,” you gasp, pulling your arm away roughly. “don’t touch me.”

“C’mon,” The man slurs, fingers reaching for you again. “Don’t be-“

“Hello?” Sirius walks up, all stock. He grabs your forearm pulling you to him firmly, getting in between you and the man. He’s not much taller, but more intimidating in demeanor. “Do we have a problem?”

“No,” the man scoffs.

“Cause it looks like you put your hands on her.”

He scoffs again, clearly inebriated. “We were just talking.”

“Well, conversations over now.”

“She can make her own decisions.”

“Fuck off, bro.” Sirius waves his hand dismissively. Quickly, he walks you towards the boys who are peeking their eyes up from the Uber app.

“She was asking for it.”

Sirius reels back, dropping your forearm to shove the scary stranger in the chest. He pushes hard, the man losing his balance as he falls to the ground in a sickening thud. You gasp loudly, the unexpected conflict startling you. Vaguely you hear Sirius say something to him, but you’re too focused on the way the man looks up at you.

James and Remus are there in seconds, quick on Sirius’s heels. They pull at him, up and off the man. There were no real punches thrown, no real injuring blows, it wasn’t even enough to form a crowd. But still, you’re shaken. You shiver like a leaf under your James’ leather jacket, suddenly not feeling the warmth of the alcohol you’d consumed before the concert.

Slowly, you stumble back and way from your boys, to the bench next to the shitty bar you’d passed on your way home. That had been scary, but you’re safe; that had been scary, but Sirius dealt with it. You bring your hand up to your chest, setting the hotdog you had been eager to buy down next to you.

“Hi,” Remus pushes aside the hotdog to sit next to you. “Are you okay?”

You look up to the boy, blindingly beautiful in the streetlights and advertisements. “Yes.”

He pushes some stray hair from your face. “He didn’t hurt you?”

“I think it was more startling.” James sits on the other side of you, kissing your temple firmly. “I’m sorry he did that.”

“It’s okay, I’m okay.”

“She’s okay.” Sirius gruffs from where he walks over.

He sounds cooler than he thinks he looks. He’s not bruised, bloodied, or bandaged, if he were he thinks he’d look cool enough to breeze over. But then again you look mad, so maybe he doesn’t want that.

“Don’t be upset,” Sirius crouches to your level. You’re in the arms of a solid Remus. “he was a creep.”

“Are you hurt?”

“Are you trying to tell me something?” He laughs roguishly. “I thought I looked good tousled.”

He does, and you know he’ll look good on the tabloids tomorrow too. Sirius black gives black eye? You sigh at the thought.

“You do.” James feeds Sirius.

“At least someone in this relationship cares for my ego.”

“You look good.”

“Oh, now you tell me.”

You laugh, letting Sirius stare at you like you hung the moon.

“Kiss em?” He pushes his knuckles in front of your lips. His fingers throb lightly, you can feel it on your lips.

“That was stupid.”

“C’mon,” Sirius’ eyes roll as he pulls you up. “You’ve got a hotdog to eat.”

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tag dump.

[ ooc. ] ─ ♪ 《 from tomorrow to the future 》

[ ic. ] ─ ♪ 《 soul king 》

[ headcanon ] ─ ♪ 《 the time sweeps my mind 》

[ dash games ] ─ ♪ 《 party music 》

[ dash comm. ] ─ ♪ 《 play the song! that song! 》

[ crack ] ─ ♪ 《 bone to be wild 》

[ prompts ] ─ ♪ 《 guided by the river of fireworks 》

[ answered ] ─ ♪ 《 three-verse humming 》

[ musing / aes. ] ─ ♪ 《 some day in the cape of our promise 》

[ visage ] ─ ♪ 《 skull joke! 》

[ self promo ] ─ ♪ 《 world tour 》

[ promo ] ─ ♪ 《 may we have this duet? 》

[ queue ] ─ ♪ 《 beneath the moon we'll meet again 》

#tag dump. #[ ooc. ] ─ ♪ 《 from tomorrow to the future 》 #[ ic. ] ─ ♪ 《 soul king 》 #[ headcanon ] ─ ♪ 《 the time sweeps my mind 》 #[ dash games ] ─ ♪ 《 party music 》 #[ dash comm. ] ─ ♪ 《 play the song! that song! 》 #[ crack ] ─ ♪ 《 bone to be wild 》 #[ prompts ] ─ ♪ 《 guided by the river of fireworks 》 #[ answered ] ─ ♪ 《 three-verse humming 》 #[ musing / aes. ] ─ ♪ 《 some day in the cape of our promise 》 #[ visage ] ─ ♪ 《 skull joke! 》 #[ self promo ] ─ ♪ 《 world tour 》 #[ promo ] ─ ♪ 《 may we have this duet? 》 #[ queue ] ─ ♪ 《 beneath the moon we'll meet again 》