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sliebman10 · 4 months
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Tuesday Treat
Thanks for the tag, @soloorganaas. This is from my high school drama au wip. I said I wouldn't write them as teenagers...whoops. Sirius lives with Alphard in this story. This is a flashback Alphard has when Sirius gets into a fight at school.
CW: implied child abuse
Ring. Ring.
Alphard and Florean exchanged a glance as Alphard reached for the phone. 
"Hello?"
"Uncle Alphard?" He'd know that young, scared voice anywhere. 'Sirius' he mouthed to Florean, who was instantly alert and going for his wallet and car keys 
"What's wrong, kid?" Alphard asked, hoping he was wrong. 
"I…I ran away," came the answer, his voice sounding impossibly small. 
"Where are you? We're coming," he said, accepting the keys and putting his shoes on. 
"The bus station."
"Stay there, don't get on a bus," he instructed, his heart beating wildly. 
"I…can't go back."
"You don't have to."
"I don't?" 
"No."
Alphard found him at the bus station nearly an hour and a half later. The slight, black haired boy was sitting in a plastic chair next to the ticket desk. The clerk looked him up and down, clearly vetting him. Alphard didn't blame her. Sirius looked so young and vulnerable, anyone could have taken advantage.
"He said he was waiting on his uncle," the gruff woman said. Alphard nodded, showing her his ID. She looked at Sirius who nodded. "Take care of yourself, ok hon?" she said, kindly.
"Thank you," Sirius said in a barely audible voice. 
They ride back in silence. Florean drove and Alphard sat in the back with his arm around Sirius's shoulders. He could feel rage boiling inside him but he knew that wasn't what Sirius needed right now. 
No pressure tags for @mundrakan , @udaberriwrites , @lena-hills , @oceangirl24, @tsunderesalty
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tracingpatternswrites · 4 months
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Tuesday Treat
Hey ho, I'm writing again, and here's a little snippet from the current oneshot I'm working on 👀
This is the Sirius from Remus’ reveries. The one that visits him at night, the one who now only lives in Remus’ memories, the only one who remembers him just like this. He looks every bit as perfect as Remus remembers him, as if he stepped right out of one of Remus’ dreams. He’s in his school uniform, but without the robe, just his black trousers and write shirt, the top buttons undone, a loose tie around his neck. His hair is not in a ponytail but in a bun, a few strands of them having escaped to fall loosely around his face. His skin is smooth, pale, his cheekbones sharp enough to cut glass. His gaze is narrowed as he watches Remus, and he’s pulled his own wand, his body tensed as if he’s waiting to attack.  “Who are you?” His voice is melodic, strong, unwavering, and it awakes something in Remus, tugs at memories buried so deep he never thought they’d see the light of day again. There’s an arrogant tilt to his jaw, his chin raised in the way that signals royalty, power, belief. It’s not the crackling, broken voice that Remus had grown used to in the past couple of years. “Sirius?” he breathes, even though he knows who he is, he can’t possibly be anyone else. He sees the boy flinch, his back straightening even more, his shoulders squaring as his silvery gaze drags over Remus. There is no flicker of recognition over Sirius’ face though, instead his eyes narrow further, a little twitch at his jaw, and Remus feels a twinge in his chest. “Who are you?” he demands again, his voice louder now. “How do you know who I am? How did you get into the castle?” Remus realises then, what he must look like in Sirius’ eyes. He’s only 36, but he feels so much older, and he knows he looks it too. The full moon without his pack took their toll, and he moves like an old man now. He still has all of his hair, but his previously tawny curls are streaked with grey now.  He has lived through two wars, survived by the scrape of his nails, somehow clinging to life when everyone else perished. He knows he doesn’t look like much, clothed in his threadbare robes, the dark circles under his eyes, the new scar that cuts into his lip and over his jaw and disappears beneath his collar.  He doesn’t know who I am, Remus thinks numbly, something cold settling across his chest. 
Passing a tag along to @heartofspells, @soloorganaas, @mundrakan, @theresthesnitch and @squintclover in case someone has something to share.
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tonybannerblog · 7 months
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Tuesday Treat 😊😊😊
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teamivankaye · 2 years
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💥🔥 NEWS 🔥💥 The Disney+ action comedy series 'Wedding Season' with Ivan as Rosa Salazar's father-in-law MR. DELANEY will be released on 8th September 2022 - and Ivan is on one of the first-look pictures! 😀💥🙌 Sadly, we don't see his face as he makes an ENTRANCE as a corpse this time as part of the husband's murdered family, but check his hair & hand, it's him 100%. 👍👑 Global release is on Disney+, Latin America gets ot on Star+ & the US on Hulu. It looks like he will be in 5 of 8 episodes (IMDb) but I'll keep you posted if any new info comes up. More info on the story in our blog article on Ivan Kaye Source (with regular updates) ➡️ https://wp.me/p6NgJ3-BY
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satans-knitwear · 8 months
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doesnt really feel like a tuesday at all
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crybaby-bkg · 6 months
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after a shower, you usually like to lay in the bed naked for a while. you forgo the towel because, damnit, you’re in your own home now with your two pro hero boyfriends. you’re more protected than you would’ve ever imagined.
it’s become a routine between you all though, one no one usually protests. it can either end in naked cuddling or something more, and it’s fine with you either way. nobody really complains except Bakugou, but you know that it’s only because he wants to lay in the middle secretly.
as you lay in bed, air drying after your shower and scrolling on your phone, you hear the door open. you can hear Kiri and Bakugou talking amongst themselves, probably surprised that they had gotten off at the same time before they start seeking you out. and what a sight they’re greeted to.
Kirishima grins automatically, hurriedly taking off his mask before he dives for the bed. you screech when you see his hulking form damn near flying over you before he lands on you, knocking the breath from your lungs. you can hear Bakugou chiding him about almost breaking the fucking bed, and your own protests are smothered in his hairy chest and your own giggling.
by the time Kiri rolls off of you, he’s already started shimmying out of his pants and kicking them off. you roll on your side to watch him, grinning and laughing all the while, hearing Bakugou bump about in the bathroom.
In seconds, is Kirishima naked, despite still being covered in grime and soot. he drags you into his embrace even though your protests are smothered once more. both of your fronts are pressed together and you wiggle your arm out to wrap around his neck.
“Why are you naked?” Bakugou asks with a frown when he emerges, standing in his own boxers with his hands on his hips. you look over your shoulder at him and he’s so obvious to read.
“Just showered.” You mumble against the thickness of Kiri’s biceps pressing into your mouth, grinning. Bakugou clicks his tongue at you before rolling his eyes to the redhead.
“What’s your excuse?” He directs to Kiri next, who smushes his cheek against your own and squeezes you even closer.
“You know how much I love skin to skin, Kat.” He says with a wistful sigh, making you chuckle softly. Bakugou only snorts before he strips out of his own boxers and starts climbing into the bed behind you.
“Not a damn baby,” he grumbles, despite how he pulls you both in to cradle you against him. Kirishima pecks you both on the lips, proclaiming,
“You’re both my babies.” He whispers. Bakugou kicks him in the shin, and you know it’s because he must be flushed all the way down to his chest. you can only laugh, and squeeze your boys even closer to you.
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glittxrghoul · 8 days
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Omg the underboob is delightful. Quick, hands up!!
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thistuesdaynight · 6 months
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y'all, I'm struggling rn
I just read Snape's Worst Memory from canon for the very first time.
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jazzboys1 · 1 year
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mydairpercabeth · 3 months
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My mother is the worst goddess alive
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And I am her favorite daughter
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tracingpatternswrites · 3 months
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Tuesday treat
I got last-line-tagged by @squintclover and this is a bit more than a last line, so let's call it a Tuesday Treat instead.
Excited to share a little something from MAFS
“It’s some kind of secret then?” Remus asked, drily, and he could see a little tension across Sirius’ shoulders but the other man still didn’t turn around. “Not a secret,” he muttered after a while, moving over to the stove to find a pot before he turned on the gas. He still wouldn’t look at Remus and that was both frustrating and made him a little bit uncomfortable. “Then what?” Remus pushed on, but his voice didn’t come out the way he had wanted it to. He meant to sound soft, coaxing, but instead he sounded rough, pushy, and he could tell that Sirius noticed it too. It was clear by the way his shoulders had pulled up lightly, the tension that didn’t leave him. “I don’t usually go about talking about stuff like that with total strangers,” Sirius snapped, his voice sharp and cold and Remus couldn’t help but flinch at the tone. “We’re married,” he exclaimed when he found his voice, unable to hide his frustration, and there was a small but sharp flare of satisfaction in his chest when Sirius suddenly turned around to look at him. The look on his face, however, sent a trickle of unease down Remus’ spine but he forced himself not to look away. Sirius’ eyes were hard, a flinty grey as he dragged his gaze up and down Remus’ body where he was sitting. It was as if something closed off over his face, his jaw set as he snorted. “Doesn’t mean I fucking know you, does it? You’re a literal stranger, these rings don’t bloody change that.” He gestured towards the ring on his finger, and Remus felt his belly drop. He knew that technically, Sirius was right. They were strangers, and he had known all along that they would have things to work on, but the problem was that he didn’t feel as if Sirius was making any effort to actually get to know him. His insides twisted uncomfortably, and he swallowed thickly. Sirius was still watching him, his face blank and unreadable, and Remus desperately hoped that his own face revealed just as little but he had a feeling it was the opposite. “Right,” Remus said when he found his voice, relieved that it came out perfectly calm despite the turmoil in his chest. “Well, I’m glad we cleared that up then.”
Tagging @heartofspells, @soloorganaas, @patriceavril and anyone else who wants to play!
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thebeautifuldaughter · 8 months
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fascinating to watch how hozier speaking Irish in his new music is making some people: 1. fetishise him further and/or 2. make 'fun' jokes about gaeilge/gaelic/'''garlic'''' bc like. babes. i can guarantee you neither of those actions are separable from the lingering impacts of colonialism.
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tonybannerblog · 11 months
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f4nd0mlife · 7 months
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Batman (2016-) #138
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satans-knitwear · 8 months
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that is fancy enough for today ✨
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Is it too much to ask to get bent in half and railed back to factory settings by ghost?
Because I’m pretty sure that’d fix me right now 😮‍💨
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