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so i’ve been reading ATYD sirius perspective out loud on tiktok lives for the last few weeks, as part of our Siriusly Dead Poets Society club and tonight we read the chapters where Remus “comes out” in cornwall and i have MANY EMOTIONS.

firstly, it’s such a beautiful moment. like, really. it’s so innocent and meaningful and simple yet complicated. and secondly, it’s so accepting.

and i think maybe, that’s my favourite part of the marauders. how open and embracing and accepting everyone is. i think often, in fiction, we don’t get a massive amount of positive queer coming out stories. and every now and then, we get one like this. and i think it heals a little bit of so many of us that we don’t realise is hurting. an open wound we don’t necessarily feel until it’s closed over.

these stories where queer people face adversity in their identities are so important. but the ones that have happy moments. the ones where just for a change, it goes well when they share their Big Truth. they’re so often overlooked, which is a shame, because personally, i think they mean the world. they mean everything.

i’m having a lovely time slowly discovering these tales. and an even lovelier time getting to experience them with people who share the same heart.

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Summer 1977 ✨

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Deeply fucking unsettling things about the Honored One himself, Satoru Gojo

Thanks to his ability to fuck with gravity, you put him in a blank, empty room with identical walls, floor, and ceiling with no doors or windows, he'll quickly lose track of which way is up. Realistically this situation would probably never happen, but the concept freaks him out ever since Geto made a joke about it once.

Gojo's body maintains a perfect thermodynamic equilibrium, making his skin creepily cool to the touch. He can go out in a blizzard with shorts on, and between that and Infinity, he'd be perfectly fine. It makes for a cool party trick, because he can stick his hand in a candle flame or put cigarettes out on his arms with no ill effects.

He's unsettlingly clean at all times, because dirt can't touch him. Gojo hasn't needed to use stain remover on his uniform in years.

He quite literally has six eyes. He keeps four of them shut and all of them hidden most of the time, though, because a) looking into all six at once would liquefy the brain of your average human, and b) his Six Eyes are constantly feeding unfathomable amounts of information into his brain every second. Even with his tolerance to his powers and mastery of the reverse curse technique, there's only so much stimuli a human brain can process without completely shutting down, and Gojo doesn't want to find out what that'll do to him--in a nutshell, just because he can see things that mankind can't even hope to comprehend doesn't mean he wants to.

He can perceive the entire electromagnetic spectrum, meaning he can see shrimp colors. Everyone else desperately wants him to describe the shrimp colors. Gojo continues to smugly refuse.

Because of his reverse curse technique constantly refreshing and regenerating his body, he just. doesn't really need to eat anymore. or drink. or even breathe. His body is basically frozen at peak physical condition, and it's very likely that he is functionally immortal.

Sometimes, Gojo forgets what pain feels like, because nothing can touch him. Pain feels almost like pleasure to him, because nothing can hurt him. Nothing can even touch him, and Gojo has secretly developed a perverted interest in seeing how badly he can mutilate himself before he's forced to reengage his technique and heal.

Gojo can bend and contort himself in ways that aren't humanly possible, run faster and farther and lift heavier objects than anyone alive, because his body can repair itself almost as fast as it's damaged, depending on how severe the injury. Basically, he has permanent hysterical strength, letting him push his body past its limits to perform feats that would kill a normal human with no ill effects.

Gojo doesn't sleep. He literally can't unless he releases his technique, because his body is constantly being refreshed and doesn't need to shut down. Oh well, it's for the better. He's most vulnerable while he's sleeping anyway, and it opens up his schedule by a lot.

His teeth grow now, almost like a rodent's. He has to file them down to be able to open and close his mouth properly, along with much more frequent trimming of his hair and nails.

His skin is oddly smooth, and unnaturally pristine. Gojo hasn't recieved a single scar since Toji sliced him open, and all the ones he'd recieved before are healed flawlessly at this point. His hands are so soft they make it look like he hasn't fought a day in his life, because calluses aren't able to form anymore.

Gojo's been around the world countless times now. He can go wherever he wants with a thought; the only cost is his sanity. Warping himself across the Pacific for lunch in San Francisco is fun, but he can only do it a few times a week if he doesn't want to have another... ah, episode.

These episodes involve blackouts, gaps in his memory where his powers manage to slip their leashes from overuse and literally short-circuit his brain. He's only had a few so far, and every time, he wakes up in the infirmary completely unscathed, with blood all over his clothes and an awful fucking migraine. Nobody knows what happens or where he goes, and all Shoko's been able to tell him is that when it happens, he seems to go into a giddy fugue before blasting his way out of the compound and vanishing for anywhere from days to weeks. Gojo's absolutely terrified of these episodes, because he's wholly aware that if he lost it for real, nobody would be able to stop him.

He looks human enough, but if you look closer, he quickly starts to set off the uncanny valley effect. It's like a wolf in sheep's clothing--because you know how dangerous he is, even though he appears relatively harmless at first. Everyone who meets him has the same fear response clawing at the back of their mind as their hindbrain screams at them to fucking run, because Gojo is an apex predator in the body of a prey animal. His very presence awakens primal fear that's been entrenched in every human since the dawn of time--the fear of things that go bump in the night, of cosmic horrors beyond what mankind can even hope to comprehend.

His eyes glow all the time now, and the energy crackling in the air around him feels like the static that comes before a lightning strike. Satoru Gojo is insistent that he's still human even though he's the strongest, but... is he, really?

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Don't ask (please do)

Satoru isn’t sure what’s going on. Suguru is strangely subdued these days, quiet in ways he wasn’t before and even as Satoru explains his—frankly—ingenious automation of his Limitless technique, he keeps an eye on Suguru.

It seems as if Suguru is looking straight at him, but his gaze is empty, hollow, passing right through Satoru and something sharp and painful lodges in his chest, like a splinter.

He worries.

“Suguru, have you lost weight? You okay?” he calls out after Shoko left with a wave of her hand, his eyes fixed on Suguru, who simply shrugs the question off.

“It’s just heat fatigue. I’ll be fine.”

It’s a lie.

Satoru doesn’t even need to know Suguru as well as he does to know that it’s a lie, and not even a good one. Suguru is wearing his entire uniform; Satoru and Shoko are dressed down to alleviate the heat at least a little bit, but Suguru is wearing his jacket as well, all buttoned up.

There is no way it’s the heat, not when he’s dressed like that.

Besides; Satoru gave Suguru explicit permission to throw something at him, right at his head, too. Suguru should be overjoyed by that. He always threatens to throw something at Satoru if he doesn’t shut up, and now the one time he actually has permission and he can apparently barely be bothered to participate.

No, something is wrong.

“Suguru,” Satoru starts but Suguru turns away from him before he can even think of what to say.

“I said I’m fine, Satoru.” His voice is barely raised enough to reach Satoru and while Suguru has always been soft-spoken, he’s never been quiet like this.

Satoru watches Suguru walk off, his shoulder’s hunched as if he’s warding off a chill or preparing for an attack even though they are in the middle of Jujutsu High, one of the best protected places there is.

He seems small in a way Satoru isn’t used to and the splinter in his chest only lodges itself deeper.

Something is wrong with Suguru and Satoru is going to find out what.

~*~*~

Satoru has never been a very attentive person. His Six Eyes provide him with more information than he can reasonably compute and he learned to tune most of it out early on, in pure self-preservation.

But now he fixes all of his Eyes on Suguru. Now, he’s being very attentive.

And Satoru finds that he doesn’t like what he finds.

Suguru is losing weight. The bags under his eyes grow darker with every day—he can give Shoko a run for her money with them already—and his fingers keep shaking. He barely eats. He doesn’t laugh. On the rare occasion they are all together, Suguru tags along Shoko and Satoru as if it’s a chore rather than something he actually wants to do.

“Suguru, are you alright?” Satoru finds himself asking again, one afternoon where he managed to find Suguru outside of his room for once, even if he barely acknowledges Satoru’s presence.

“Stop asking me that, I told you, it’s just the heat,” Suguru gives back, just a beat too late, as if mustering the strength to speak is already too much for him.

The heat is still oppressive, Satoru will give him that, but where Satoru is wearing a thin t-shirt, Suguru continues to be dressed up in his normal uniform, even though they have the afternoon off.

There’s not a bead of sweat on his face and Satoru would bet his entire heritance that Suguru is cold to the touch.

“Yeah, right, the heat,” Satoru gives back, makes sure to let Suguru know how unconvincing he is by the sarcastic tone of his voice and he regrets it the moment Suguru gets up to leave.

He never simply walked away from Satoru like that.

Satoru wants to call him back, wants to follow after him and drape himself over Suguru’s back like he did countless times before but he can’t bring himself to move.

Something is wrong with Suguru, and he’s not letting Satoru know what it is.

The thought stings, the hurt settles right next to the worry in his chest, two splinters now vying for attention and it makes Satoru just a little bit sick.

He watches Suguru walk away from him, afraid to take his eyes off Suguru for even a second. It feels as if he so much as blinks Suguru could turn into mist and dissipate into the night as if he was never there in the first place.

The thought scares Satoru.

~*~*~

Satoru is an annoying person, he knows that. It’s mostly by choice, except for when it isn’t, and even though he usually doesn’t give much thought to how abrasive or overbearing, how loud and rude he is, he starts to care now.

Things with Suguru feel delicate at the moment; Suguru himself feels delicate.

He used to be a strong and steady pillar at Satoru’s side, sturdy and supportive for everyone around him but the more Satoru watches him, the more time passes, the more noticeable the small cracks seem to get.

Satoru thinks that Suguru is brittle enough to crumble with a wrong word and it makes him cautious.

He wants to go back to how they were before, joking around, rough-housing with each other, but the thought that Suguru could fracture apart with the slightest touch makes Satoru keep his hands to himself.

It doesn’t help that he’s barely at the school these days; Yaga and the higher-ups are sending him on back-to-back missions almost all the time now and Satoru knows that Suguru is not faring much better.

Except while Satoru seems to thrive under the stress, Suguru seems to break.

“Hey, Suguru, join me for dinner, will you?” Satoru calls out as he jogs up to Suguru, careful to keep a little bit of distance between them because the thought that he could cause Suguru to shatter is unbearable.

Better safe than sorry.

“I’m not hungry,” Suguru gives back, his voice still lacking that distinct inflection that makes it feel alive and warm, and Satoru tries to hide his frown.

He doesn’t even know why because it’s not as if Suguru is even looking at him.

“You haven’t eaten in ages, though, come on, we can get your favourite,” Satoru needles him, and that finally gets a reaction out of Suguru.

“How would you know when I last ate,” Suguru says, seemingly too tired to even give the words the proper inflection to make it a question and Satoru bites his tongue.

Suguru is probably not going to take it well if he tells him that Satoru is keeping all of his Six Eyes on him these days.

“You’re never around anymore, anyway,” Suguru adds, much more quiet, much more bitter than anticipated, and Satoru almost freezes in his steps.

It’s true; neither of them are around much these days with all the missions. Satoru knows that the missions stress Suguru out, can see it in his deteriorating health, but it never occurred to Satoru that his absence would be something that bothers Suguru so much.

“Yeah, things have been busy, haven’t they?” he agrees with a wistful smile and he feels as if he burns when Suguru’s eyes slide over to him.

It feels as if it’s been ages since Suguru last looked at him.

“You look good, though,” Suguru mutters and while Satoru usually would take it as a compliment and be obnoxiously annoying about it, this time he only shrugs.

“It has his perks, being able to heal myself,” he gives back and it’s not even a complete lie.

He has been tired as well, lately. Satoru doesn’t really need to sleep anymore, not since he figured out how to use the reverse cursed technique, but that doesn’t stop him from being weary.

That mostly comes from the worry for Suguru, though, but he doesn’t say that.

“Must be nice,” Suguru mumbles, barely audible over the sound of their steps and Satoru wants to drape himself over Suguru so badly it almost physically aches.

He compromises and reaches out for Suguru’s sleeve, tugging slightly on it.

“Join me for dinner, Suguru. We’re both here, aren’t we? Dinner and a movie.”

He bites back the joke that usually would follow those words, doesn’t know if Suguru is up for their usual banter and too scared to find out what could happen if he’s not to say anything.

Suguru doesn’t move his arm away, even as he slows his steps before he comes to a complete halt. Satoru watches him open and close his mouth several times as if he can’t quite decide on what to say and in a fashion completely uncharacteristic for him, Satoru stays quiet and let’s Suguru figure out what he wants to do on his own.

“Fine,” Suguru finally breathes out and the splinters in Satoru’s chest dislodge themselves the slightest bit.

Suguru is not completely lost to him.

~*~*~

“Absolutely not,” Yaga decidedly says and Satoru fights the urge to stick his tongue out at him.

It doesn’t matter what Yaga says; it’s not as if he can make Satoru do anything he doesn’t want to do.

And he doesn’t want to go on missions every day anymore.

“A mission every second day, or Suguru and I only go together,” he repeats again, not budging on this at all and just as Yaga is about to open his mouth, Satoru adds “And if you make us go on separate missions on alternating days, I am going to level this entire school to the ground.”

It’s not so much a threat as a promise and going by the pulsing vein on Yaga’s head he damn well knows it, too.

“Fine,” he bites out after a very long minute. “One mission every second day, so you both have the same day in between off. If a special grade curse creeps up, though, that doesn’t apply.”

“Fine by me,” Satoru agrees because he’s not actually eager to have his fellow sorcerers killed to keep to his vacation days. “But to those Suguru and I go together.”

There is not much Satoru or Suguru can’t handle on their own, but special grade curses are always dangerous. And besides; it’s more fun with Suguru around.

“Agreed,” Yaga presses out through clenched teeth and for a split second Satoru feels bad for him because he will have to explain all of this to the higher-ups but in the end, Satoru couldn’t care less.

Yaga can deal with the higher-ups seeing as Satoru and Suguru deal with all the stupid curses out there.

“Always a pleasure talking to you,” Satoru cheerily says, his most obnoxious smile on his face and it’s worth it to see Yaga turn red in the face.

Satoru doesn’t anger him further, though, because he’s actually eager to tell Suguru the good news. Surely that will alleviate some of the pressure on him; surely that will help Suguru regain some of his strength and spirit.

Suguru is nowhere to be found in his usual spots so Satoru makes for his room, only bothering with the most cursory knocks before he barges right in. He falters in his steps when he finds Suguru sitting on the floor in front of his bed, not even doing anything but simply staring into nothing.

Satoru doesn’t let that stop him though, so he walks straight up to him and plops himself down next to Suguru.

“I have good news and bad news,” Satoru starts and briefly presses their shoulders together before he moves away again.

Suguru is still brittle, still prone to breaking in Satoru’s mind, even though it has gotten a little bit better with every meal they shared in the last few weeks, and so it’s still up to Suguru how much physical contact he can actually stand.

Satoru wants to weep with relief when Suguru chases the contact and leans against Satoru.

“Bad first, I guess,” Suguru says, clearly resigned to whatever catastrophe he expects to hear out of Satoru’s mouth next.

“You’ll have to spend every second day with me now, and special grade curses are joined missions from now on,” Satoru rushes out, a teasing glint in his eyes, because those are not bad news—he’s just trying to ease Suguru back into their previous banter.

“What’s the good news then?” Suguru asks with a frown and it’s the first real expression other than the vacant look Satoru has seen on his face in ages and it makes him want to kiss Suguru stupid with relief.

But physical touch is still touch-and-go with Suguru these days—not even to mention that he’d probably be weirded out by the kisses—so Satoru only allows himself a small smile.

“Good news is that missions are now only every second day,” he announces. “Well, except for special grade curses, those we’ll have to take whenever they appear.”

“How?” Suguru asks and Satoru chuckles.

“Yaga and I had a very nice talk.”

“Did you make him pop a vessel?” Suguru asks, something akin to a chuckle accompanying his words and Satoru leans more firmly against him, dares to press their legs together, too.

Satoru still doesn’t know what’s bothering Suguru, still doesn’t know how to really help him, but it seems all the small things he’s doing are fixing something because Suguru doesn’t pull away.

“Nah, the old geezer is fine,” Satoru carelessly says, waving his hand around in a sorry excuse to drop it on top of Suguru’s arm.

He holds his breath, waits for Suguru to brush him off, to move away and put more distance between them, just like he has done for the last however many weeks, but when Suguru stays right where he is, the ache in Satoru’s chest dulls down.

“Thanks, I guess,” Suguru whispers out and Satoru almost jerks in surprise when Suguru drops his head to Satoru’s shoulder.

Satoru hasn’t asked Suguru if he’s alright since he told him to stop asking that one time, too afraid of making him pull away completely and even now he bites the question back. It’s more than clear that he’s not alright, but it’s also more than clear that it’s getting better, no matter how minute the progress might be and Satoru is not going to shatter this newfound peace with an unwanted question.

Instead, he rests his head on top of Suguru’s and mutters out a quiet “You’re welcome” before he simply enjoys the moment.

The splinters in his chest wobble, almost loose by now, and it feels as if Satoru finally can breathe again.

~*~*~

Satoru slowly comes to. Something must have woken him up, but he’s inside the school, so it can hardly be an emergency and his Six Eyes aren’t screaming at him that there’s danger so instead of jumping up and falling into action, he lazily turns around and freezes when he sees Suguru sliding the door shut behind him.

His hair is undone and tangled up as if he had been turning in bed all this time and even now he’s wearing long pants and a baggy sweatshirt, despite the lingering heat of the day.

Suguru seems to hesitate at the door for a moment, even though he’s already in Satoru’s room, and Satoru simply watches him, waits for him to make his decision. He doesn’t want to; everything in him screams to call out to Suguru, to make a quip, banter with him, but he bites his tongue.

This is the first time that Suguru has come to him since all of this started; he’s not going to fuck it all up by being impulsive now.

So Satoru waits and despairs with every second that Suguru stays unmoving at the door, his fingers itching with the need to pull Suguru into the room.

Eventually Suguru lets out a harsh breath before he turns around and walks up to Satoru’s bed. He doesn’t seem surprised to see Satoru awake as he comes to a stop right at the edge of the bed. Satoru stares up at him, hating the fact that his Six Eyes make it so he can clearly see the almost shattered expression on Suguru’s face instead of having that hidden by the dark of the night.

He doesn’t dare to speak, doesn’t know what will send Suguru running again and so he simply waits.

Suguru takes a shuddering breath before he says: “Ask me.”

Satoru doesn’t have to ask what he’s supposed to ask; there’s only one thing he really wants to know and that Suguru has danced around for weeks now.

“Suguru, are you okay?”

The effect is instant; everything Satoru feared these past weeks happens right in front of his eyes as Suguru crumbles where he stands.

Satoru feels as if he can’t breathe when he spots tears in Suguru’s eyes.

“No, I’m not,” Suguru gets out, his voice shaking around the admission and Satoru doesn’t hesitate to reach out for Suguru’s hand, tugs him into bed with him, where he can hold him.

Suguru follows his lead easily, right until he’s tucked into Satoru’s arms and Satoru can feel the way he shakes.

“What’s wrong?” Satoru mutters into Suguru’s unbound hair, holds his breath for the answer he’s almost certain won’t come and so it’s a surprise when Suguru speaks again.

“I don’t know,” he breathes out, curling up tighter in Satoru’s arms. “I can’t—I don’t know how to explain, I don’t know how to make you understand. I don’t know.”

It breaks Satoru’s heart to hear Suguru like that, to know that something is so wrong with Suguru that he’s barely a shell of himself these days and not being able to help but Satoru is certain that they are going to figure it out, no matter what.

Suguru came to him, he admitted that something is wrong and Satoru will not let that trust be misplaced.

“That’s alright,” he soothes Suguru, nuzzling his head. “We’ll figure it out. You and me, together, right? As long as it’s us, we can do it.”

Satoru feels how Suguru shakes his head and it makes him frown.

“No, you don’t—it’s me, it’s my thing, I just thought—you should know,” Suguru weakly says, as if that makes any sense, as if Satoru would really leave him alone with whatever is going on.

“Suguru,” Satoru decidedly says, lifting Suguru’s head until he can look him in the eyes. “Of course it’s our thing. You’re my—” He wants to say ‘best friend’ but that feels lacking, that doesn’t even come close to encompassing everything Suguru is to him so instead Satoru says “—one and only, we’re going to figure it out together. Always together, okay?”

The relief is stark on Suguru’s face, as if he doubted even for a second that Satoru could really mean it and Satoru wants to chide him for being so stupid, for ever doubting Satoru, but instead of doing that, he presses a kiss to Suguru’s forehead.

“I’m here,” he reassures Suguru, who in turn clings to him as if his life depends on it and Satoru holds him tightly.

The ache in Satoru’s chest is still there—how could it not with Suguru practically breaking down in his arms—but the worry is no longer a splinter, left to fester and rot, sending sharp pain through Satoru whenever Suguru pulled away from him.

Now that Suguru confirmed that something is wrong, now that he came to Satoru and confided in him, it’s something softer, something more malleable. Something Satoru will gladly carry around with him, until Suguru can wear a heartfelt smile on his face again.

And Satoru will make sure that it happens, no matter what.

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I just know Gojo has thrown it back whilst yelling "shawty had them apple bottom jeans" at the top of his lungs all the while Suguru was trying to sleep, argue w a wall

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The Sorting Hat // Peter Pettigrew & Neville Longbottom Being Foils *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Recently, I saw someone say they don't understand why Peter is a Gryffindor... and this made me want to talk about how the Sorting Hat possibly works. Harry tells Albus that the Sorting Hat takes "your choice into account", but I think the best descriptor is that the Sorting Hat takes what you value into account. For example, some people think Hermione should've been a Ravenclaw because she's intelligent and quick-thinking. But here's the thing- I think it'd be fair to say Hermione valued bravery over intelligence. She's passionate and outspoken with her beliefs and was determined to remain strong in the face of her adversaries. We see this in First Year and she only grows into these traits as she faces difficult situations. At her core, Hermione values traits like courage and determination, and happens to have a passion for learning and pursuing knowledge. And here's how Peter Pettigrew and Neville Longbottom play into this. Both were sorted into Gryffindor despite not really having been described as brave when they were 11 years old. However, I think it'd be fair to say that both valued bravery. We see Neville step out of his comfort zone and as the series continues, he grows more confident and (you guessed it) brave. He goes from being a nervous, shy 11 year old to being a leader in Dumbledore's Army while Hogwarts is under Death Eater reign. Peter, I imagine, had a similar start to his years at Hogwarts. He has these friends who are just so cool and do whatever they want and he loves that. He admires the courage they have to be able to do that. But, where he differs from the other Gryffindor students is that he never achieves that bravery himself. He remains a coward. He can't find it in himself to be brave and instead does what he thinks will keep him safe. That's what makes him a bit tragic, in my opinion. He never becomes what he values.

Just my thoughts on the matter, but I wanted to share because I like talking about this kind of stuff. I'd love to hear everyone else's thoughts or ideas :D i wrote this at like 1 am so sorry if it doesnt make much sense lmao

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Jenna’s Favorite Fics

My list of absolute must-read marauders fics in no particular order :)

1. All the Young Dudes by MsKingBean89

526k words, wolfstar, canon compliant

2. All the Young Dudes - Sirius’s Perspective by @rollercoasterwords

628k words, wolfstar, canon compliant

3. The Cadence of Part-time Poets by @motswolo

979k words, wolfstar, band AU

4. Only the Brave by @solmussa

645k words, jegulus, wolfstar, background dorlene and rosekiller

5. Ogni Parte È Viva (Every Part Is Alive) by @euphorial-docx

142k words, jegulus, Call Me By Your Name AU kinda

6. Solemnly Swear by GrumpyAI and @moonshine623

192k words, WIP, wolfstar, canon compliant

7. Knowledge of Beauty by @blackcatworshipcommittee

125k words, WIP, wolfstar, golden era

8. Berlin Angel by de_sire (@de-sire-blog)

89k words, wolfstar, muggle modern AU

9. Kill Your Darlings by MesserMoon (@sophsicle)

212k words, WIP, jegulus, wolfstar, university hockey AU

10. Art Heist, Baby! by @otrtbs

219k words, jegulus, background wolfstar and dorlene, art heist AU

11. Sweater Weather by @lumosinlove

156k words, wolfstar, hockey AU

12. Not Another Band AU by TheLovelyZee

236k words, wolfstar, band AU

13. Solntse by @lumosinlove

61k words, wolfstar, russian!sirius

14. Scatter the Shadows by @heartofspells

108k words, wolfstar, band AU

15. Currents by lunchbucket

109k words, wolfstar, olympics swimming AU

16. Petty (With a Prior) by lunchbucket

64k, wolfstar, courthouse AU

17. Beneath a Big Blue Sky by @eyra

68k words, wolfstar, farm AU

18. Staying Strangers by @3amandcounting

319k words, WIP, wolfstar, texting AU

19. all my cards are here by haey1

210k words, WIP, wolfstar, band AU

20. A taste of scandal by @solmussa

45k words, jegulus, wolfstar, dorlene, historical AU

21. As the Worm Moon Dies by @rollercoasterwords

56k words, WIP, wolfstar, werewolf fighting ring AU

22. You Signed Up For This by @solmussa

61k words, WIP, jegulus, wolfstar, dorlene, Spain vacation AU

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I reread the Cornwall chapters from ATYD.

I'm just starting to learn to animate so don't be mean.

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Barty and James being friends and Barty standing up for James

James has been officially dating Regulus for six months now. Barty, together with Evan, found out about this roughly four months ago when they came to their dorm to find James sleeping in Regulus's bed.

Barty was reserved at first. He didn't want to be friends with the obnoxious James 'happy-go-lucky' Potter. However, he quickly learned that disgustingly positive and loud persona was really just that. A persona.

Barty isn't sure why James feels comfortable being himself around him and his friends of all people. Evan believes it's Reg's influence - Barty thinks James just realizes that their Slytherin group (and Pandora) are the last people to judge him for not always being energetic or happy. Despite the popular belief, their friend group communicates feeling like shit really well. They're all aware that people are all kinds of fucked up and that a person's upbringing doesn't determine what issues they have.

That being said, he actually grew to like James. He knows he can always get an honest opinion from him and surprisingly good relationship advice. Because apparently James is more observant than he lets on and he clocked in on Barty's crush on Evan within minutes of meeting both of them.

Not to mention he can be just as unhinged as him if he wants to.

On one memorable occasion, he also let James drag him away from a fight which saved him from a long detention.

A detention like the one he's coming back from right now. It's pretty late, but he's not tired, so he decided to take a longer route than usual while walking back to his dorm. And thank fuck for that, because that's how he finds out that Sirius goddamned Black has been giving James shit for being friends with Barty.

"Sirius, I don't want to fight about this. Not again. I know you don't like him, but he is my friend. I don't force you to be friends with him, so why does it bother you?" echoed through the hall which Barty just stepped on. No one noticed him.

"James, it's Crouch. There's nothing good about him. He's crazy. How did you even become friends with him?"

James honest to Salazar looked so exhausted that Barty worried he would just pass out right then and there.

"You know what a free will is, right?" Barty finally decided to announce himself, partly to help James dodge Sirius's last question. This is not how the relationship should be outed to him.

"Crouch," Sirius greeted.

"Crouch Junior," Barty and James replied automatically. Barty will deny to his last breath that James correcting his last name like that made him happy.

"Listen, Black. I don't care that you don't like me. I'm not your biggest fan either. But for the love of Merlin, stop acting like an asshole to your best friend just because he got some new friends and he won't stand up to you properly because he cares about you. You take pride in being a Gryffindor, right? Then fucking act like it, suck up your pride and have a normal conversation."

Sirius looked pissed and James looked...relieved? The guy seriously needs to learn to stand up to his best friend when he's being an asshole, Barty decided.

And if, after leaving, Barty stopped behind the corner of the corridor to listen to James finally putting Sirius off a bit for saying shit about James's friendship choices, well, nobody needs to know.

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“You know now that Regulus isn’t an asshole it’s getting harder to ignore the other thing.”

Lily simply raised an eyebrow. “What other thing?”

James sighed, waving his hand in the air. “You know. The thing we all know but can’t say in front of Sirius.”

As Lily connects the dots, a slow smirk appears on her face. “Is the thing that Regulus Black is good looking?”

James scoffs. “He’s not just good looking. He’s the most gorgeous man I’ve ever laid eyes on - the way his hair falls in perfectly styled curls, his inquisitive eyes hiding so much knowledge -

Lily rolls her eyes. “Okay lover boy. I’m beginning to see why we didn’t work out.”

But James doesn’t stop. He’s on a roll. “I love it when he says my name. Even when he’s annoyed with me - “

“Is that so Potter?”

James jerks up in his seat, hitting his leg on the table in his haste.

He feels himself blush as he meets amused grey eyes. Lily is cackling in the background.

“So.. How much of that did you hear?” James asks, aiming for subtle and missing it by miles.

Regulus smirks. “Enough to know that apparently everyone should find me hot.”

James groans loudly, burying his face in his hands.

“Is there any way you can forget I said that?”

Regulus leans in and smirks - a very dangerous expression on him that James should not find as hot as he does.

“Only if you forget that I think everyone should think you’re hot too.”

And oh -

Well. What Sirius didn’t know couldn’t hurt him.

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introducing myself

hi guys i'm idalia. you can call me that or dalia or dali or something like that :) she/her. i wont specify my age but i am above 18

first off all i would like to say that english is not my first language so i apoligize for any mistakes

i started shifting around 2020 after i found out about it on tiktok. i was a typical hogwarts shifter who laid in the starfish position pretty much every day.

now my main dr is a marauders dr without magic and with a little bit of fame and figure skating. which i might go in dept on later

my s/o is and has been remus lupin since 2021 i think.

my most succesfull attempts have been during lucid dreaming. i have not fully shifted yet. idk maybe ive had either a few minishifts or just very weird dreams. in 2020 i wrote my scripts on wattpad with my own experiences as a beginner and even though its really really cringe, if u would like to see it dm me :)

some things about me?

uuh my favorite color is dark red. my nails have constantly been dark red for about 2 years now. i have been playing hockey for about 11 years i think. i like reading even though im in a slump rn. my favorite book is the secret history. my favorite movie is perks of being a wallflower and dead poets society. i want a cat so bad but im afraid that ill be a bad owner plus i have allergies which i dont really care about but yeah. speaking of allergies i have about 12 of them, including one thats lethal. i always have weird obsessions like its annoying to my friends how obsessed i am with things. right now some of these obsessions are marauders ofc, hamilton. jake and johnnie and tara, omg i love dovid bowie, the smiths, i like candles that smell like cotton or linen.

oh and by the way this is kind of my first time on tumblr and i have no idea how it works. like i had so much trouble trying to figure out how to change the color of the letters on my blog help. but ill figure it out sometime.

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The first time it happened James felt weak on his knees. Glassy grey eyes, pouty cherry lips trembling violenty. Deep frown sitting on that pretty, pretty face.

It was all wrong. James wanted to vanish it.

"Please, James," Regulus whispered softly. His eyes were swimming with tears.

"Love," James sighed, "We already have four cats."

"But, look at her," Reg begged, "She's lovely. And lonely. Poor little thing. I even named her. Rosie."

"Love--" James opened his mouth but shut it pretty quickly. Because tears were running down on Reg's cheeks now. Fuck, it was painful to look. James' heart shattered.

"Okay. Alright," James said too quickly. "Anything. We are keeping her. Please don't cry love."

Regulus blinked slowly clutching the tiny black kitten into his chest tightly. Rosie just sat there without a worry of the world. Quite cozy in his dad's hands. Seemed like she already loved Regulus. God, she even has grey eyes..

"Can we really keep her?"

"Yes, we can love."

Regulus smiled triumphly. With a cheeky grin he wipped away his tears and smirked lightly.

"Love!" James stepped forward, mouth wide open. "Oh my god, you can't do that."

"I didn't do anything." Regulus answered kissing the little cat.

"You fake cried." James complained with a pout.

Regulus laughed. It was like music for James' ears. God, his husband's beautiful. He might need to marry him again.

"Not my fault you fall for it every time."

And that's how the Black-Potter household end up with tiny kittens every time.

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I don’t think enough attention is focused on why Getou shattered the way he did after Riko’s death.

Getou at his core is a character that relies on his principles to guide him. In the beginning the season 2, we can see that his moral beliefs are integral to his character, from his strong protect the weak philosophy to his adherence to ideas of respect and tolerance. Gojo too is aware of the strength of the pillars upon which Getou builds himself, and therefore allowed himself too to lean on them, trusting Getou’s moral judgement and principles to guide him.

However, after Riko’s death, the very moral structure that Getou relied on crumpled. He was faced with a new moral dilemma, where he was forced to reconcile with the reality that his and other sorcerers lives were seen as disposable, and were in his eyes cannon fodder to protect a group of people who reject them, and who’s very existence actively harm them ( as only non sorcerers produce cursed energy, yet only sorcerers can see curses and contain them).

So why, when Gojo asked, holding Riko’s body in his arms, if he should kill them, did Getou say no?

Because there was no reason to do so

Getou had up until that point had his past mental framework shattered, but had not yet gone on to develop a new one in its wake. He saw no point in killing the believers because his character is one that believes there has to be a reason to every action. There have to be principles that guide how one acts.

Without a steady mental pillar Getou became increasingly depressed - he could not go back to his previous philosophies, and his anger and resentment created him to feel isolated around his peers, who seemed to have been able to move on from the event.

He finds himself a new perspective throughout the year that followed Riko’s death - one that he knows would make him a ‘bad person’, a self awareness he shows us through his talk with Haibara. And yet this is the groundwork that he ends up sticking with. He can reconcile being morally grey in his mind, as long as he can reason it - as long as he has a goal, that he believed to be (or needed to believe to be) tangible.

And only once he found a new moral structure did Getou Suguru fully engulf himself in his new life, saving Mimiko and Nanako and carrying his plans into fruition.

And it was only then that we find that Getou is happier - he finds peace of mind with the new pillars and foundations he built. This can be seen through the colouring changes throughout season 2 episode 5, where his leaving jujutsu society and following his own moral code portrays him in a more bright and comfortable light, as opposed to the dark and gloomy colouring earlier on in the episode.

I literally love his writing

Feel free to message me about anything :)

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shuggy tomfoolery. clownery even

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writing starry-eyed is so fun bc it's ridiculous. like, the level of suspension of belief required is absurd, but that's what makes it so much fun to me. james as a character especially. a big part of the story is that he is the token straight of his friend group (except not really) but that idea is really stretched to its limit. this man has a friend group of entirely queer people, dresses well, hasn't had any romantic or sexual relations with a girl in years, etc. and sure none of those things necessarily mean he can't be straight, but nobody has ever questioned his sexuality in his life. no man has ever so much as checked him out, and he'd know, because he's constantly checking men out– which nobody ever notices, by the way. and it drives him insane bc yes he DOES like girls, but he likes boys too and according to every sign the world is sending him he is NOT SUPPOSED TO!! this man's favourite artist is troye sivan and nobody has ever even considered the chance that he could like men. he just has this, like, magical aura of heterosexuality PLAGUING him

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This was a palate cleanser

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Tyy for tagging me😭 THESE ARE SO CUTE OMG

@catras-witchy-girlfriend @cod-dump @shifting-jellyfish @fyeevergreen @allamericanb-tch

got tagged in this game by @fix-fax-fuckyou

“search "your name + core" on pinterest, post the first six photos, and tag more people!”

ho boy mine is a so cool

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