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sleepygaymerdisease · 2 months

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#'who was this about' dont worry <3 #EDIT hi i didnt realize this would get notes LOL. um everyone reblog with what character ur thinking of because im NOSEY i WANNA SEE #edit 2 to everyone trying to guess what the character i made this for was. youre all wrong. this was about kamen rider #youd think lupin because of my profile picture but alas i have other interests as well...#anis gaymer moments

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dying-suffering-french-stalkers · 8 months

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INTRICATE RITUALS

#FELLAS‚#zenigata #lupin iii #the mystery of mamo #loopzoop #my edits #or rather my photos of my tv bc i don't have a way to screencap the discotek blu-ray subs

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myrows · 1 year

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I saw this and I couldn’t handle my self

Sooo

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sophsicle · 9 months

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Dial Drunk

He's drunk.

"James--"

Sober enough to know he's drunk. But drunk enough not to care.

"James please--"

Sober enough to hear the crack in Remus's voice. But drunk enough not to stop.

"I want to call him," he says, defiant. Childish. It feels good to say those words. He doesn't know why he didn't do this before. It seems so simple now. "I want to call him."

Sirius is across the room. A few seconds ago he'd been on James's other side, holding his arm, helping Remus pull him to his feet. He isn't touching James anymore.

"Where's my phone?" his words are a little thick. A little slurred. The world around him blurry in a way that makes his stomach squirm.

"I don't know," Remus mutters, struggling to support James all on his own. "Here, will you just sit down please? Sirius, maybe get him some water?"

"Sirius where's my fucking phone?" because he knows Sirius knows. Because he wants Sirius to look at him. Because he wants Sirius to feel this too.

Predictably, Sirius doesn't answer either of them. All James can see is his best friend's back, his vision splitting him in two. Sirius has always been good at blocking out the things he doesn't want to hear. Which might be the most unkind thing James has ever thought about him.

"James please sit down," Remus tries to guide him towards the nearest chair but he's not going. They found him on the floor, and he'd been happy to stay there. But now. Now he has a mission.

"I want to call him, get me my phone!"

"Christ James," Remus hisses under his breath, pleading. He wants James to stop. But the whiskey in his blood has other plans. "What's going on with you tonight? I mean, should we be--should we be worried? Were you trying to hurt yourself or--"

"Oh fuck off!"

He sees the surprise on Remus's face, thinks about apologizing, but his thoughts are watery and hard to hold.

"I want to call him," he repeats instead. It's the one thing keeping him standing.

"Yeah we heard you," Sirius says finally, his voice is thin, cold. It's enough to get James's attention, even in his current state. "But you can't call him."

Something pointy and sharp pricksJames's chest but he shakes his head, ignoring it. "I know the number by heart," his drunken mind supplies helpfully.

"James," his name sounds so sad in Remus's voice.

"I'm sure you do," he thinks Sirius laughs. It's not a pleasant noise.

"Just give--give me my phone? He'll pick up. He always picks up when it's me. I want to call him. Let me c-call. I want--"

"You. Can't."

Sirius finally turns back around, he is so still and so stiff and James is so wobbly. He stumbles even though he's standing still, Remus fumbling to keep him upright.

"He'll pick up Sirius, he will. If it's me--"

"No."

"--he always--always--I need him. I need to tell him. I need to ta-talk. Please? Please I need--"

"You know why you can't call him."

"Sirius," Remus says warningly, but James doesn't think either of them are paying him any attention.

"I--don't have my phone." That makes Sirius frown harder but James doesn't care right now. "Just give me a phone. Any phone. I know his number. I--"

"You know why you can't call," Sirius repeats.

The pricking in his chest is getting worse. A stab. A slice. A tear. The sensation burns right through the alcohol. It demands to be felt. Demands to be heard.

"No," James repeats. "No I--no. No. no."

"He's--"

"Sirius!"

"--dead. He died."

"No!" James's voice is a terror. "I--no. I just need to call. Just let me have--the--cause I--and he'll pick up--he always--for me," he can't get them out, the words, the thoughts, his breath. He's choking on his own memories. His own grief. Shaking so bad he's surprised Remus is able to keep a hold of him.

"Regulus is dead. You can't call him. He won't pick up," Sirius sounds cold and distant. But then, he's always been like that about Regulus. James is on the ground again. The world in front of him blurry as Remus wraps his arms around him.

"You're a sloppy drunk James," is the last thing Sirius says before James hears the door closing.

The pain is deep and all consuming. It's been months. It's been years. It never stops. It never gets better. The minute the world gets still or quiet the grief is there. He feels like he spends every second of his life trying to outrun it. He's so tired. So fucking tired.

"I need to t-talk to him," he sobs, as Remus holds him tighter. "I can't never talk to him again. I can't. I have so much to say. I have so much--what am I supposed to do with this? What am I supposed to do with all this? I need to call him. Please. Please. I need him. I can't sleep. I can't eat. They're taking up all the space in me Remus. All these fucking--these fucking words. I need to call him. I need to. I need to. I can't bear this. I don't understand how I'm supposed to bear this?"

Remus kisses the top of his head. "Just breathe okay?" James doesn't think he's imagining the tremor in Remus's voice. "I just need you to breathe okay?"

But he can't.

He hasn't.

Not in months.

Not in years.

I'd die for you, he'd told Regulus once. And oh god did he mean it.

#welcome to another edition of #idk wtf this is #a scribble #pls enjoy #soph rambles #jegulus #james potter #regulus black #sirius black #remus lupin #tw alcohol

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deadhoneybee · 3 months

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Its me and my 8 open Ao3 tabs against the world.

#ao3 #ao3 fanfic #fanfic #fanfiction #the marauders #wolfstar #its all wolfstar #(and a drarry fic)#going back to my roots rn #drarry #remus lupin #sirius black #marauders era #edit: why did this hit 500 so fast #im afraid

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babybinko · 5 months

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Posting my Fujiko Mine IT GIRL edit from twitter onto here.

#lupin iii #lupin the third #lupin the 3rd #fujiko mine #mine fujiko #edit #fujiko mine fancam #fan edit #fujiko mine edit #aliyah's interlude #fujiko lupin iii

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tragicromanceftus · 2 years

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the marauders fandom be like:

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duckdodger · 1 year

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puppets ??? puppets .

#I spent the whole weekend on this and end up psoting during midnight 🤦🤦typical Nom *sitcom laugh*#tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt 87 #tmnt 1987 #rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #my art #do not zoom in .. my coloring SUCKS /hj #GUYS ANOTHER LUPIN REFER-*gunsh0ts*#edit: OH SHTI I FORGOT THE COLOR BANDS ON THE ORHER TURTLES’ ARMS WHAT THE FK.. errr !.!.!

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tigrrliily · 7 months

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🌊✨Camping in Cornwall 1977✨🌊

This was one of the first scenes that I wanted to draw after reading Atyd.

Now that I look at it…the pillows are kinda overstimulating, but whatever these guys lived in the wizard world of the 70s…there had to be weird overstimulating patterns everywhere 😂

I have absolutely no idea how Tumblr works anymore but let me try anyway!