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Hello!!! It’s me again :3c  I like to think that the Potion’s Professor and the Herbology’s Professor have a close friendship, so I did a drawing of one of the first time where Snape needed some ingredients for his potions as the new Potion Professor (He’s about 21 y/o here)

Hope you like it!

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the youngest professor (1981)

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summer wine | remus lupin

pairings; rockstar! remus lupin x fem reader.

warnings; 70’s au, public? sex, sundresses, cum shots, messy sex, spit, spit as lube, dirty talk, p in v, unprotected sex, fingering, car sex. minors dni, 16+ only!

summary; it’s summer, and remus takes you in the back of his truck.

It’s hot. Sickeningly so. The humid air renders your skin clammy, the thin material of your floral sundress practically glued the the dampness of your thighs. The feeling of Remus’ warm breath on your neck doesn’t help you feel any cooler, either, but with his hands nestled between your legs, you find it hard to mind.

“Oh, God — you’re so lovely,” He murmurs, his lips wet on the slither of space behind your ear. He touches you expertly, his index and middle finger scissoring you open, his thumb rubbing firmly over your clit.

All you can do is whimper in response, your back arching up from the fabric of the backseats of the truck. Your breasts press up to his chest, nipples hard through your pretty little dress. One of your arms is wrapped around his broad back, keeping him held close, keeping his face nuzzled into your neck.

“Remus.” You mewl, eyelashes wet with pleased tears. He’s so close, his hips flush with yours, the hardness of his erection pushing into your hipbone. The skirt of your outfit is around your waist, the fabric damp from the slickness trickling down from between your thighs.

“I know, baby, I know.” Your boyfriend whispers, letting out his own, soft grunt. The sun beats down through the window, rays of light shining through his honey-blonde curls. Each strand is highlighted, shining from the light of the warm summer sun.

“I got you, I promise.” Remus adds, peppering kisses down the column of your throat. His hips roll down against yours, his fingers not giving up their pace as he prods at your sensitive spot over and over and over. He thumbs over your throbbing clit, a pleased sound slipping past his lips as you grow slicker around him.

You moan, unashamed, eyes fluttering shut. Your nails dig into his shoulder through the material of his silk shirt. Your walls clench around his fingers, sucking him in, your tummy tight and desperate for an orgasm. “Fuck — please. Please, Remus, please, please.”

His mouth moves from your neck, his arched nose rubbing over your jaw. His lips drag up your chin, then to the corner of your mouth, leaving trails of wet. When he finally kisses you, it’s messy, your lower face tainted with spit. Your teeth clash, noses bumping, Remus’ tongue rubbing over yours.

It’s not long before he has you cumming around his fingers, the two digits rubbing right over your g-spot, the pad of his thumb tugging on your reddened clit. Your head tips back onto the seat as you finish, eyes shut, lips swollen and parted in a silent wail of joy.

Remus withdrawals his fingers after a moment with a slick sound. He leans back onto his heels, his knees planted on on the seats, the backs of your thighs draped over the front of his. “Fuckin christ,” he murmurs, his eyes glued to your cunt.

He uses both thumbs to spread you apart, and he sucks in a sharp breath. Your hole twitches, wet and leaking, still fluttering in the aftermath of your orgasm. He chews on his bottom lip, the highs of his cheeks tinged pink from both the heat and the lust pouding through his veins.

Your cheeks burn with embarrassment, and the desire to clench your legs shut washes over you. He’s practically drooling, his thumbs keeping you spread, his brows furrowed as he stares down at your pussy. For a moment, he doesn’t move. Then, in a short movement, he leans in closer, and spits.

You jerk at the sudden feeling, a little whimper leaving your lips. His salvia dribbles down over your raw clit, then down to your hole, all the while Remus watches with his hungry gaze. “Your poor little pussy.” He whispers, his amber eyes flickering up the length of your body until they meet yours.

“Does it hurt?” He asks in a mutter, his eyes not leaving yours as he reaches down. He unbuckles his belt with one hand, the metal clanking loudly throughout the small space of the backseats. Meanwhile, his other hand reaches for you once more, spreading his spit all over your bare sex.

You shake your head, chewing on your bottom lip. “Doesn’t hurt, Remmy.” Your chest is heaving, brain still a little fuzzy from the orgasm, and the feeling of his fingers dragging over your slicked folds. You reach down to hitch your dress higher around your waist, the thin straps falling down the slopes of your shoulders ever so slightly.

“Good.” Remus says, a smile cracking over his lips. He finishes undoing his belt and tosses it aside, and it lands with a clunk in the footwell. His big hands fumble to tug down his bell bottoms, and he leans in close once more.

“You’re lovely.” He tells you again, his voice soft. The roughness of his moustache rubs over your upper lip, his breath warm on your mouth.

You giggle at the compliment, rolling your hips up towards him. You take in a sharp breath when you feel him bare and leaking against you. “You’re wonderful.” You reply softly, hands coming up to cradle either side of his face, your thumbs brushing over his sideburns.

And with that he’s pushing into you, slowly, and working you open. His cock wedges perfectly within you, your walls tight and warm and welcoming. Remus lets out a strained grunt, his head dropping down to rest in the space between your full breasts.

“Oh, shit, Remus.” You whine, back arching. Your legs wrap around his waist, the heels of your feet digging into the small of his back. Your body’s are both slick with perspiration, the windows of the truck fogged up from the heat within.

“Jesus.” He says with a heavy breath. His hands come up to tug down the top of your summer dress, exposing your pretty tits. Without a moment of hesitation, his lips come down to wrap around a pink nipple. “Fuckin’ perfect, y’ hear?” He mumbles against your warm skin, hips rocking against yours.

You moan once more, insides clenching tight around the length of him. Remus pulls out, almost all the way, before he’s slamming back into you, the roughness of his pubic hair rubbing over your sensitive skin.

While his mouth works on one nipple, his fingers play with the other, tugging and twisting. His thrusts within you are echoed by wet smacks, slickness coating the both of you and the backseat under the curve of your ass.

“Feels good.” You tell him, voice breaking as you take in a shaking breath. Your hands run down the length of his muscled back, pulling pathetically where his silk shirt is tucked into his bell bottoms.

“I know, honey. Can feel that tight cunt clenching around me.” Remus mutters, letting out a sound that’s halfway between a chuckle and a low grunt. His lips move up from your puffy nipples to the column of your throat, littering your skin with wet, bruising love bites.

For a few minutes, you revel in each other’s bodies. Remus’ hands travel all over the expanse of your body, his lips not far behind, his cock making brutal work of abusing your warm insides. A harmony of your soft moans and his grunts fill the truck, the whole thing rocking beneath you with the force of his thrusts.

After a while, you’re unsure if you can take it anymore. Soft sobs leave your swollen lips, your head tilted back, forehead and neck sticky with your sweat. You’re gasping for breaths, your used pussy tightening around him with each passing moment. “Fuck — I’m close.” You confess in a broken whisper, eyes glassy with tears.

Remus let’s out a shuddering breath. His hand clenches by the side of your head, the tendons and veins beneath his skin flexing with the movement. His face comes up to meet yours once more, away from your breasts. “You can cum, pretty. I’m not gonna stop you.” He murmurs, pressing his lips to yours.

With his cock deep within you, his mouth warm on yours, and his moustache scratching over your face, you orgasm once more. A soft cry leaves your lips, the sound vibrating through him. Remus feels you tighten impossibly more, pussy spasming and milking him for all he’s worth.

Remus curses, and for a second, you think he’s gonna finish inside you. Before you have chance to protest, he’s swiftly pulling out of you, his big hand flying to run over his reddened cock.

“Fuck, fuck — lemme finish on your tits.” He moans, tugging down your sundress to expose even more of your supple skin. He jerks himself off, eyes glued to your stretched out, sore, pussy, a chorus of grunts leaving his mouth.

“Please, cum. I want you to cum on me, Remus, I need to see you —”

He doesn’t last any longer. With a high-pitched sound, that you’d describe as a whimper, he finishes, his eyes fluttering shut. The sun shining through the back window illuminates your skin perfectly, where warm, sticky ropes of semen coat your pretty breasts.

Remus cracks his eyes open. Neither of you say anything, instead just catching your breath. After a moment, his fingers come down, swiping his cum over your tits. Without words, he’s saying ‘you’re all mine.’

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my current read is calling me out for never meditating 🧍‍♀️

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casual approach to shifting got too casual and now i don’t even attempt anymore…

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Young severus snape x chubby ravenclaw reader

Always there, forever and always✨

“I could feel relaxed knowing he was safe; I was happy to be in my boyfriends arms.”

Moodboard requests: open

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I could give you a list of reasons why I need the spin-off but one that's high up there is that I need to see Calahan Skogman saying "bing bong bing bing bong. No, wait, bing bing bong bing bing" in his Fjerdan accent with a straight face and completely deadpan.

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I honestly cannot keep defending her.

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Wylan, setting down a card: Ace of Spades

Nina, pulling out an Uno card: +4

Jesper, pulling out a Pokémon card: Jolteon, I choose you

Matthias, trembling: What are we playing

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I HATE YOU - j.f

Warnings: Poor proof reading again, bad attempt at enemies-to-lovers.

Word Count: 2045

“You were the one that lost the money, Fahey! Not me.” I shouted at the sharpshooter beside me. I begged Kaz not to put us on a job together, fearing that anything that could go wrong would go wrong; and it had. Ever since I had joined the dregs, Jesper had managed to find my buttons and push every single one of them, repeatedly. I had never meant to shut him out from the outset but he wasn’t the type of person you should be spilling your deepest darkest secrets to. Besides, I was sure he hated me just as much as I hated him.

“You were supposed to be supervising me.” Jesper fiddled with the hat atop his head, fixing it in place as he kept his eyes trained on the busy Ketterdam streets ahead of him. The sun had long since set, shadows curled around every building, littered with light rain. Our boots smacked the pavement as we made our way back to the slat, a sour taste remained in my mouth; I didn’t enjoy losing, much less when it wasn’t my fault. “I was but you were too busy trying to get between his bed sheets.”

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regulus "before the wave hits, marveling at god; before he feels alone one final time and marries the sea." black

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ok so i was looking through the links 🫣 and was wondering if you'd write something for "taking them both" that you put for rosekiller SKJDJDHDJD

glad you’re enjoying the links🤭🤭 and yes of course! (based off of this link) i hope u like this🫶🏻

warnings: threesome, throatfucking, degrading, rough sex, slapping use of “slut”, “whore”, “cumslut”, and “fuck-toy”

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barty thrusts into you from behind, running a hand over the bare swell of your ass. he kneads the soft flesh with his hand, so hard you’re sure it’ll leave a mark. you moan around evan’s cock, shoved so far down your throat you can barely think, let alone breathe.

you slide your mouth upwards to give yourself some air, leaving one hand to play with his balls to keep him occupied. the other is resting on his pubic bone, lazily playing with his curly hairs. evan taps your cheek. “take it again, slut.”

you obey, though you hardly have a choice as he roughly shoves your head back down. the two boys are on opposite ends of your body, but they’re both so deep you bet they can probably feel each other inside.

barty sticks a finger up your asshole, spreading a third hole of yours open. you whimper on evan’s cock, drool dripping down his shaft. barty hears you and laughs, slapping your ass cheek before adding another finger.

you feel like you’re being split open from three separate areas all at once.

evan grunts. “such a fucking whore, taking us both at once.”

his words cause your pussy to throb, and you can feel yourself leaking against barty’s dick. he twitches inside of you at the feeling.

“she’s just a little cumslut, a fuck-toy for us to use as we please,” barty chimes in, thrusting into you again, and again, and again.

“you should see her face,” evan says, nodding over at him while you softly squeeze his balls. “fucking crying, the little slut.”

barty laughs cruelly, forcing another finger into your tight little asshole.

tears drip down your face as you gag around evan’s huge cock, mixing with your saliva, his pre-cum, and both of your’s sweat. you slow your pace on his dick for a moment, trying to blink the mascara-filled tears away, and he slaps you sharply across the face. you feel the sting, knowing your cheek is bright red, and resume a quickened pace.

evan throws back his head, eyes fluttering shut. he reaches down with one hand and traces his finger around your swollen nipple. “oh, that’s good. just like that,” he pinches your nipple now, his free hand grabbing your exposed breast. “you little whore. such a dirty fucking slut, sucking me off while barty fucks you,” he continues muttering profanities as his cock jerks around inside your throat, pulling out to release thick ropes of cum across your face. you close your eyes as he paints you with his babies, licking your lips to get a taste.

evan continues playing with your tits as barty finishes inside of you, painting your insides white to match your fucked-out face.

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cece how abooout the rest of the marauders finding out that you're with poly!wolfstar :c ??? and reader is a potter— james’ twin sister ??

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It wasn’t that you didn’t believe your friends would be happy for you, because you knew they would.

Despite the social anomaly of your relationship with both boys, you knew that nobody—at least from the group of people you care about—-would be anything but immensely happy for you. There was always a weird tension between you, Sirius and Remus and, if anything, your relationship solved what you were sure they were expecting to be a very messy love triangle. 

However, the reason you had been keeping your relationship private wasn’t in fear of what they would say, it was because of your brother. 

You loved James. You truly did and you would never change him for the world. Well, you wouldn’t change almost anything about him because if your brother had one flaw, it was his dramatic flare. 

Everything about James Potter was bigger: his ego, his love, his emotional instability the second things changed. You know if he found out his sister was not only dating one of his best friends but both, it would only end in James blowing his top off. 

So, you kept it a secret from everyone. Zero risk of anyone accidentally spilling the beans, and zero risk of your brother weaselling it out of someone. 

To the world, Remus Lupin and Sirius Black were happily together. Just the two of them, totally in love and totally not hiding a secret girlfriend. 

You didn’t mind all that much because you loved them, and you liked that they could at least be with each other around others. Plus, the sneaking around wasn’t all that bad—if anything, it was quite hot. 

“Fuck me,” you sighed out, eyes falling shut as you felt his lips travel down the column of your neck. 

“That’s the plan, sweetheart,” Sirius murmured in amusement, his hands sneaking under the hem of your sweater—well, Remus’ sweater you had nicked earlier that week. 

“Do something then,” you huffed out, hands fisted in the material of his shirt that you were promoting him to pull over his head. 

“So impatient,” he mused and you could feel the smug bastard’s smirk against your skin. “Relax, baby, gonna make you feel so—”

“WHAT THE FUCK?”

Your heads snapped to the sides, eyes widened when you saw your brother standing in the doorway. He looked between you and his best friend, a large range of emotions flashing in his eyes as he gaped at the sight in front of him.

“But you—and—wait, how—HOW COULD YOU BOTH DO THIS?” James spluttered out, accusatory finger pointed between you both. 

“James–” you started but he quickly interrupted. 

“He’s my best friend!” James exclaimed.

“Mate–” Sirius opened his mouth but didn’t get very far.

“And she’s my sister!” James continued. 

“I know but—”

“OH MERLIN, WHAT ABOUT MOONY!” James gasped, his face pale as he looked at you both with a face of betrayal. “How could you both do this to him?”

Sirius frowned. “What?” 

“I thought you loved him, Sirius,” James said with a shake of his head. 

“I do,” Sirius said.

“How could you cheat on him with my sister?” James snapped before looking at you, almost looking like a disappointed dad. “And how could you? You knew they were together—”

“James, we can explain,” you sighed, lightly slapping Sirius’ chest as he tried to press his lips together as he pieced together just what James thought.

“This is going to break him,” James sighed sadly, shaking his head.

“Break who?” 

James let out a noise of surprise, whirling around to find Remus standing right behind him, eyebrows furrowed in confusion when he noticed the flustered state of his friend. His eyes moved to the bed behind him, seeing you and Sirius sat there, both looking more amused and sheepish than anything. 

“What’s going on here?” Remus asked, glancing between you two only to realise neither one of you were going to give him an answer. He then looked at James, eyebrows raised in question.

“Mate, I…look, I don’t…it’s just…” James stuttered out, brows drawn together as he tried to blurt out what he couldn’t quite believe himself either. Sirius, however, finally took pity on the boy and spoke up.

“Prongs caught me snogging his sister,” Sirius said, not bothering to hide the smirk on his face even when you jabbed him lightly in the ribs. 

“Ah, I see,” Remus hummed.

James placed a hand on his shoulder, a strained expression on his face. “It’s okay to cry.” 

Remus bit back his smile. “Why would I cry over my boyfriend and girlfriend snogging?” 

“Because—” James paused, lips parting as he processed what Remus had just said. He blinked. And then he blinked again, yet no words came out of his mouth.

“I think you broke him, Moony,” Sirius mused with a snort.

“Well, he was gonna find out anyways,” you murmured as you stood from the bed, fixing the sweater you were wearing before lightly shoving your brother towards the door. “I’ll talk to him.” 

Sirius pouted. “Boo, we were just having fun.” 

You shot him a look. “Keep yourself entertained, Black.”

“I don’t need to when Moony is here,” he grinned, lying back on the bed with his hands tucked under his head.

Remus snorted. “I have an essay to write.”

“This is just cruel!” 

You shook your head in amusement at your boys before you left the room, dragging James with you who still looked stunned by the whole thing. He had reached halfway down the hall before he finally snapped back to reality.

“YOU STOLE BOTH MY BEST FRIENDS FROM ME?!”

“Merlin, James, stop being so dramatic.”

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Threesome smut with WolfstarxReader where Rem is obiviously a dom and he is sitting there and watching+comanding Switch!Reader and Stwitch!Sirius. Or it could be Swiftch!Reader and sub!sirius either is okay

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“Stop.” 

“Remus, please—” 

“I said stop.”

You choked out a whine, your hands fisting the material of the sheets beneath you as Sirius lifted his head from between your legs. He had been teasing you for the better part of the last hour, letting his tongue lap your soaking cunt and tease your entrance before he was told to pull away by Remus.

It wasn’t often Remus got in one of these moods.

It was not an unusual or uncommon occurrence for Remus to take control in bed, and you and Sirius were more than happy to let him have his way. But sometimes—usually closer to the full moon when his aggression was pent up and his patience was wearing thin—he would be like this. He would be intense and dominating and it was hard not to fall under the spell of Remus Lupin. 

And both you and Sirius knew better than to disobey him.

You knew instantly something was up when Remus came down for breakfast this morning, subtly kicking Sirius in the shin under the table as you nodded towards your boyfriend. You had both been on edge, waiting for him to say something or do something or just snap. 

It wasn’t until hours after dinner when you headed up to your dorm room when he finally did. 

Over an hour later, he was lounging on a seat a few feet from the bed, his cock in his hand as he watched the two of you with heated eyes. You and Sirius were nothing but toys for his pleasure, for him to direct and control and to play out his deepest and darkest fantasies on. 

“Please,” you choked out, your body glistening with a thin, sheen layer of sweat. Your heart was racing in your chest and your legs were shaking from the overstimulation and you just wanted to finally come. “I-I’ll do anything, I–”

“Such a needy little whore,” Remus grunted, squeezing the base of his cock as he watched Sirius stare longingly at your soaking cunt, your legs spread and tied open with a quick flick of Remus’ wand. “Both of you, it’s fucking pathetic.” 

“Remus,” Sirius’ voice was gruff, his hair tied back in a low bun and his chin glistening with your release. He licked his lips, shifting in his seat in hopes of easing the bulge in his boxers. “She tastes so good—”

“Did I say either of you could speak?” he gritted between clenched teeth. 

Both you and Sirius shook your heads. 

“That’s what I fucking thought,” Remus grumbled as he stood up, naked and glorious and both of your bleary eyes couldn’t look away from him. “Both so fucking mouthy, especially you.” 

You squirmed under his gaze. “I–”

“Whores don’t talk,” Remus bit out, watching with some amusement how your chest stuttered with your shaky breaths. He turned his gaze down to Sirius who kneeled at the edge of the bed, his fingers working quickly to remove the hair tie before his fingers tangled in his hair.

“Shit,” Sirius moaned, head falling back when Remus roughly tugged. 

“Guess I gotta keep you quiet,” Remus groaned as his other hand gripped his cock, stroking himself until beads of precum leaked from the tip. He guided his cock to Sirius’ mouth, watching as the boy parted his lips instantly and wrapped them around the tip. “Atta boy, Pads.” 

You whined, watching the way Remus dragged Sirius’ head up and down his cock, the way he moaned and whined around his cock. 

Remus only scoffed, something quite like a smug smirk on his face. “Cry all you want, darling, you haven’t earned my cock yet.” 

Your cheeks flushed and your lips parted in shock. “Remus—”

“Whores don’t talk,” Remus repeated mockingly, letting out a small hiss as his cock hit the back of Sirius’ throat. “Now be a good girl and stay quiet, don’t need you distracting Sirius.”

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wolfstar x reader where remus and reader are cuddling and sirius is sitting across the room 'studying' and getting annoyed that he isn't apart of it

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Sirius concluded that this had to be a form of torture.

It was downright cruel and mean and was done to make it feel as though he was being stabbed in the heart a million times over and over again by the people who should love him, not betray him—and yet, here they were.

“Stop pouting.” 

“Don’t tell me what to do,” he scoffed, rolling his eyes when he heard the soft chuckle Remus let out. He turned to look at you both over his shoulder, his dark eyes narrowed in a glare. “Don’t test me, Lupin.” 

“He’s snappy now,” Remus murmured into your ear, his arms tightening around your body as he held you tighter on his lap. Mostly because he liked holding you close, but partially because he liked the way Sirius’ jaw clenched at the small move.

“This isn’t fair,” Sirius announced, his quill clenched between his fingers. “Here I am, slaving away and studying—”

“You mean writing the essay we told you was due three days ago?” you remarked. 

“—and instead of being supportive, you are both rubbing my misery in my face,” he said with a heavy sigh.

“Should have done your work on time then,” Remus said, happily tucked away on one of the couches in the common room. You were practically lying on top of him, his hands lightly tracing up and down your back. 

It pissed him off because he should be lying there with you both. He should be tucked between Remus’ chest and your back, his arms and legs wrapped around the two of you as much as he could. He should be able to close his eyes and enjoy the way your fingers ran through his hair or the soft kisses Remus left down the column of his neck. 

Instead, he was on the other side of the room with an array of books and parchment and ink pots around him, forced into writing the essay he had forgotten whilst watching the two of you paw at each other as though he wasn’t in the room. 

“You are the worst,” Sirius grumbled, his eyes narrowing when Remus’ hands moved down to squeeze your ass, causing you to snicker and bat his chest. “Especially you, Moony. You’re a cruel fucking bastard.”

Remus had the audacity to smirk. “This cruel bastard gets to make out with our girlfriend, what are you doing?”

Sirius gasped. “I swear to fuck, if you both start making out in front of me, I will be throwing an inkpot at your heads.”

Your eyes gleamed in amusement. “Is that a threat, Black?” 

“It’s a promise, sweetheart,” Sirius assured you, his dark eyes glancing between you before he glanced back down at his parchment, not even a third of the way through the essay. “Can’t you at least help me?” 

“No can do, honey.” 

“You’re on your own, Pads.” 

“Bastards,” he scoffed under his breath.

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i keep telling myself to be patient with my shifting journey. if it takes me one more night, or even two more years, it doesnt matter because once the door is opened, it’s opened forever. all it takes is one time.