Pro But Only If Its After You Finish Cereal And Slurp It Up Like Left Over Soup Even Tho Cereals A Fucking

There’s a certain idea that’s been on my mind for a while so here you go-

A very cursed Iliad AU

this is so similar to my experience as a trans guy and i have to agree. everyone seems to write the trans experience as the same all the time it’s exhausting, but i don’t want to be seen as ungrateful cause i still love reading about those trans experiences

Why is every version of trans!Reg I've seen the exact same

Like it's always the same exact thing of him coming out, cutting his hair, whacking on a binder, and then passing really easily and I feel like it only ever shows that one trans experience. Nobody talks about the transmascs who can't 'pass well' even when we try

Where's Reg keeping his hair mid-length bc he can't pull off any shorter haircuts and he'd rather look like a girl than a gremlin

Where's Reg spending half an hour on his trans tape and then looking at the result in the mirror and going 'well that's a B cup at best' because not every transmasc has a small bust

Constantly getting told his hands are so sweet and soft and having to go 'oh 😀 thanks'

Feeling good when he's done his eyeliner and lipstick but knowing he can't wear it in public and still have any chance at passing

Not being able to correct people when they misgender him bc he can't even blame them for getting it wrong and is absolutely terrified of their response

Wearing men's colognes and hoping for the best knowing it won't make a difference

Not even bothering to bind half of the time because it's so much hassle for hardly any effect

Not every trans masc has the same experience and I feel like people only ever write one version

— Mary Lambert

wtf I’m doing

hiii so I’m planning to use this account to post some different one shots of marauders era characters and ships, honestly super excited but knowing me posting will be erratic at best haha. Anyway I hope someone enjoys :)

Hear no evil

Ok, gods its been a while, but now I am free of college course work and can spend more time writing which I'm excited about. So here's 3500 words of me projecting onto Sirius Black being hard of hearing. Tw: mentions of inbreeding, effects of inbreeding and chronic illness

1st September 1971

Sirius Black stumbled into the Great Hall amongst all of the other first years. James Potter, a boy he had met on the train and had become a fast friend of his, stood by his side. The confidence he had exuded before seemed to turn into nervous energy as he practically bounced across the room instead of walking. Professor McGonagall stood in front of the new students with a dusty old pointy hat in one hand and a roll of parchment in her other hand. A name was called out, but the professor was quite far away so he didn’t catch it. Her lips moved again, and the words didn’t travel, if the people behind him would stop chattering perhaps he would hear her.

“Sa… Bul—” was that his name? No, a girl stepped forward instead. She was quickly sorted into Hufflepuff.

“S…us B…” God was that his name he couldn’t make it out. Think, what did she say? His thoughts were interrupted by James nudging his arm and whispering something to him, but all he heard was a sort of shhing sound. Looking up at the professor he noticed she was looking right at him.

“Si… la…” she said again. It sounded like his name, but if he was wrong then he would look like an utter buffoon. Then again no one else was going up, but they might not be able to hear her either. How had everyone heard her so clearly before him? They were probably closer to her. James nudged him again, so he started walking to the stool at the front of the hall and hope he was right. When no one corrected him he continued walking with a little more confidence than before and sat on the stool as the hat was placed on his head.

30th October 1971

The four friends were stuffed under James invisibility cloak trying to set up a prank for Halloween that would cover people in irremovable orange paint. Sirius had thought just putting buckets over doorways and charming them to turn when people walked under them would be funny enough, but Remus said if they charmed all the goblets in the great hall to skirt the paint every time someone tried to drink then it wouldn’t technically be against the rules. He wasn’t sure how that worked, but considering how many times the four had got detention after only two months of being in the school they could use a prank that didn’t land them scrubbing trophies or clearing cobwebs in unused classrooms.

“Ok, soooo how do we do this?” James whispered to the group. Sirius felt lucky that they were all so close together other wise it’d be too quiet to hear them.

“Dammit James” Sirius couldn’t see him, but he would bet money that Remus was rubbing his eyes in mild frustration. Peter who was next to Sirius while James and Remus were behind him started explaining… sort of.

“We have to tickle the pear”

“What does that even mean, Pete?” Sirius whispered back. Various amounts of shhing noises joined the quiet corridor coming from all three of the other boys

“What? I’m whispering same as you” Sirius was slowing getting annoyed.

“Shuddup you’re going to get us caught!” Remus voice travelled to Sirius ears, and he couldn’t hear a difference in the volume, but it didn’t seem worth arguing over now.

“So where are we going?” Sirius spoke up again and James’ hand clamped over his mouth

“Flitch might literally kill us!” he hissed.

“Alright so Sirius don’t say another word and we’re going to the kitchens which is this way” Remus whispered to the group.

Sirius didn’t understand. He was whispering like the other three, so why were they being so… vexatious? The way Remus and told him to shut up hurt a little more than he’d like to admit, but he didn’t say another word all night.

2nd December 1971

The great hall was already filled with students when Sirius walked in. Everyone was shouting over the next person, but it all sort of blurred out into the background. Sirius walked up to his friends and plonked himself beside Remus and faced James opposite him. Remus was carefully pilling food onto his plate, where as Sirius grabbed a croissant and shoved it in his mouth. James snorted and decided to follow his best mates behaviour by skewering a sausage on his fork and biting half of it off the end. A ruckus of laughter followed the motion from the friend group as both Sirius and James tried to one up each other. The line was drawn when Sirius reached for a slice of toast on Remus’ plate.

“Not my food you menace, get your own! Ast” Remus was known for slipping Welsh into a conversation every now and then. Most of the time it was to call one of the three a rude word he couldn’t say in front of McGonagall.

“Oh, come on Remus you’re ruining our fun” Sirius barked up with a smile

“huh?” Remus responded

“What?” ok that was confusing. What had happened?

“Sirius you gotta yell to be heard over all this noise” Remus’ voice had a teasing undertone which sent Sirius into a state of more confusion. He was yelling, right? He’d been matching the energy in the room and speaking like Remus was to him.

“I said you’re ruining our fun” Sirius said a little louder

“What?” ok now he was just poking fun, there was no way he didn’t hear that. Why would he say this? It was just frustrating and made everything awkward when this happened. People often said Sirius was too loud or too quiet and it never made any sense. He was speaking the same volume.

“Stop ruining our fun!” it would’ve been funny as a one-time thing, but it just seemed to go on forever. I mean they did it all the time. He was so frustrated with his friends, so he walked out and decided that maybe going to class early today wasn’t a bad idea.

7th January 1972

The four friends had been back at Hogwarts for a few days since the Christmas holidays ended and already the workload was killing them. Sirius and Peter sat together in Flitwick’s class while Remus and James were sat on the other side of the room. It was Friday and the last lesson of the day, all Sirius had to do was get through the next hour. Seemed easy enough.

Despite being quite near to the front of the classroom the short professors voice didn’t travel very far so it was hard to keep up with everything he was saying.

“ague-ti …. Water ch-. Useful when- and can be” What the actual fuck was he saying? A few words seemed to travel back to his ears but nothing of importance reached him.

“Mr Bl- tell me the- for the … ter charm.” Despite being so quite the annoying high pitch squeaky voice caught Sirius’ attention.

“What?” was the only response he could think of.

“per- you could pay … Mr ..ck. Detention.” What had he done?! The weaselly little professor was too quiet to hear and somehow that warranted Sirius getting a detention! Often Sirius could understand why he got detention. Mouthing off or another one of their stupid pranks but this time he could not comprehend what he’d done wrong. How was he supposed to know what the professor had said? It was totally and completely unfair. With his brows furrowed and his bottom lip pressed into what can only be described as a pout Sirius let out an annoyed huff through his nose, curled his hand around his quill and gritted his teeth in an attempt to get through the lesson. Glaring daggers into anything that crossed his line of sight was shortly added to that list. Anger seemed to be bubbling just below the surface, very carefully controlled but very easily escapable.

The end of the class finally arrived, and everyone filtered out pretty quickly. James and Remus were waiting outside when Peter and himself started walking with them to the next class.

“It’s ridiculous!” Sirius started to complain “Why the fuck did I get a detention? It’s not like anyone else can hear him, the mousy little twat!”

“Sirius!” James was always abashed when Sirius disrespected someone older than him, despite being a troublesome prankster James Potter was always one for respecting his elders.

“What? I didn’t do anything wrong!” Sirius yelled down the hallway

“Well, you weren’t exactly listening” Peter said almost nonchalantly

“How can I?! He sounds like one of Remus’ broken records! No one can hear him!” Sirius was getting more and more frustrated by the fact that his friends weren’t defending him.

“Sirius? What the fuck are you talking about?” Remus looked at him as if he was a confusing question on an exam. Merlin, were they still trying to make him feel crazy?

“This isn’t funny anymore” he said in a voice that was considerably quieter than a second ago, but still with the same amount of annoyance laced into it.

“What the fuck do you mean?! We aren’t trying to be funny you’re the only one that can’t hear him Sirius.” Remus’ voice was calm and collected which was odd. Whenever anyone had accused Remus of something in the passed few months he got snappy and sarcastic. You’d have thought the calm voice would have calmed Sirius in turn however it did the exact opposite.

“Eurgh just fuck off!” he didn’t give them a chance to respond, just shouldered James aside to get through.

22nd January 1972

It had been just over two weeks since the incident with Flitwick and Sirius hadn’t had much opportunity to talk to his friends. About three days into giving them all the silent treatment he caved and talked to James mostly because one lesson without messing around with his best mate had to be the most tedious times of his life. He most certainly didn’t apologise because he didn’t have anything to apologise for! Peter sort of acted as if nothing happened, he was quite level-headed that way, or just really good at hiding his true feelings. Either way Sirius was glad that he wouldn’t have to deal with another grumpy friend. Remus, however, was difficult. He’d started spending all of his time in the library and it was hard to catch him when he wasn’t in class or sleeping. Even in the great hall he stuffed his face and then bolted as quickly as possible. It had been 15 days to be exact and the most conversing Sirius and Remus had done was asking one of them to pass the butter over breakfast. He wasn’t going to apologise, but he did want his friend back. Maybe he was a bit rude, but he felt so humiliated. He could talk to Remus, but he wasn’t apologising. Even if he was a little bit in the wrong.

Now he just had to find Remus. It was Saturday so they were free of lesson for the weekend. Remus would usually be in the common room reading in the little nook by the window, but he was nowhere in sight, so the library was his best bet. Lily had said he’d been in there whenever she was there so Sirius sauntered out of the portrait hole. He started thinking, thinking of what to say, where Remus would be in the library, where to go next if he wasn’t there, what Remus would say back to him. One step in front of the other thinking, thinking, thinking. Sirius was watching his feet move faster and faster on the flagstones, watching as one foot went in between the cracks and how the next foot landed directly on the crack. He watched it happen over and over again, his body dragging him through the halls almost on instinct when his face collided into something. Well, more like someone. The boy looked up through his strands of hair that had fallen in his face to see none other than Remus Lupin holding his hand to his forehead slightly pushing his brownish curls away from his eyes.

“For fuck sake! Sirius you ever look where you’re going? Anyway, doesn’t matter I was looking for you come on!” Before he could respond Remus had grabbed his wrist and pulled him into the library, Sirius had had a growth spurt over Christmas, so he stood an inch or so taller then the mousy haired boy. The height difference wasn’t dramatic, but it did make it a bit more difficult for the shorter lanky boy to drag him in to the library. They passed several bookshelves until they reached the back corner of the back corner. Stacks of books were towered onto the table, with about 5 different scrolls of notes with Remus’ messy scrawl. A few larger books were strewn open across the centre of the table, it looked like Remus had taken up the table to himself. Sirius didn’t know where to start or what question to ask first so he settled for a quizzical look.

“Come here look” Remus looked a bit frantic moving around the piles of books and shoving aside different scrolls to reach an old leather-bound book. It was placed carefully in front of Sirius; the page was slightly crumbled around the edges, and they were yellowing like most of the books in the library. However, this book didn’t look like it could be used as a doorstop, it was rather small. Well for a book in the Hogwarts library it was small to be fair it was a regular sized book instead of one that could squash a whole ants nest.

“What am I looking at?” the eye roll from Remus was practically audible.

“It’s a spell. It was used by solider almost 5 centuries ago when they were spying on other armies and finding out their tactics. It’s actually brilliant, the spell got lost in history because they didn’t want everyone finding out about it, so it was only recorded a few times. It’s a harmless spell just enhances your hearing and wears of after a few hours, but look I found it!” Sirius took a second to look over at Remus his jumper was haphazardly thrown on this morning and looked a little crumpled. The usually brown curls that hung over his forehead were sticking up in all different directions like a mimic of James. The dark circles under his eyes were more prominent and Sirius kicked himself for not noticing that before today.

“and why were you looking for it?” There was another eyeroll. Sure, it sounded like an interesting spell, but he couldn’t think of how to use it for a good prank so what was the use.

“Ok look at this” a heftier book was dragged over, and Sirius started reading.

Effects of inbreeding on the body and mind

Various families have started to marry their own cousins to keep the blood pure. While this helps to keep pureblood families intact it can have a negative affect on any child that comes of the marriage. This tactic of marrying relatives such as cousin and even siblings was first used within royal families so no one would have to marry beneath their station. This however, caused some issues and why we haven’t seen many monarchs live their lives as fully as others.

“You have go to be kidding me?!” Sirius rounded on his friend quicker than a bludger.

“Look! All I’m saying is that inbreeding-“

“Messed me up?” Sirius face looked a bit funny, like there were so many emotions going through him he couldn’t pick which one to present.

“You’re not messed up, I just noticed that you were struggling to hear things and I wanted to help”

“My hearings fine! Y’know this prank of yours is going a bit far don’t you think? Hmm? Like I don’t know my families crazy I need my best mate going and …” he trailed off not sure how to finish his train of thought.

“I don’t know what prank you thought I was playing but you know that you’ve had problems hearing. The sorting you couldn’t hear McGonagall say your name, in a bunch of lessons you say you don’t listen, but I see you, you try so hard. Just let me help you, please. I’ve found a few different solutions and I’m sorry for bringing your family into it.” Remus’ rambling came to an abrupt halt.

“You noticed all those?” all the anger had dissipated from the taller boys body as his expression softened. Remus, however, looked surprised and bewildered at eh question.

“Yeah you’re one of my best friends. Now are you going to let all this research go to waste because I haven’t handed in any homework in for 2 weeks.” A hearty laugh left Sirius chest and clearly it was contagious, and Remus’ soft laugh also filled the space between them. When they had both gained a sense of composure again Sirius spoke up.

“Yeah ok let’s experiment some old spells” The cocky grin had returned to his face as the dark-haired boy sat on a rickety old chair with his legs tucked under himself.

Here is the rest of the book with some history on inbreeding in the royal family:

If we look at previous monarchs we can see that several of them had varying diseases and deformities. For example, King Charles II could barely speak or eat. He was a part of the Habsburgs line which was known for having an oversized jawline and large tongue which made matters such as eating and speaking clearly harder for this royal line. Due to the severity of this inbreeding, he was unable to procreate despite being married twice and he died quite young even for the 1700’s. At 39 he left behind a thrown with no heir ending the Habsburg rule in Spain.

Joanna of Castile, Catherine of Aragon’s older sister was from the house of Trastamara. Her parents king Ferdinand and Queen Isabella were second cousins and their family had been partaking in cousin marriages for centuries. This long line of inbreeding could have been the reason Catherine couldn’t bear children. Joanna was married into the Habsburg line at 16 to the son of the Holy Roman Emperor. Philip the Handsome was also a product of inbreeding and was known for having several mistresses. Despite all of this Joanna had fallen in love. Throughout her reign she had several mental breakdown and became frustrated with Philips behaviour towards her, this led to her stabbing one of his mistresses in the face. When he died unexpectedly she slept beside his corpse every night. She is remembered as Juana la Loca (Joanna the Crazy).

Ferdinand I of Austria, a descendant of Joanna of Castile, was born to double first cousins Emperor Franz II and Marie-Therese. Due to this Ferdinand was born with hydrocephaly, this condition was also common to the Habsburgs, this condition causes pressure on the sensitive tissue and leads to brain damage. He also had the famous Habsburg jaw and epilepsy, despite this the King insisted that the line be carried on to the heir and carry on the bloodline. His disabilities stopped him from directly controlling matters of state, these responsibilities were kept by a mastery of counsellors and regents. One of his favourite activities was to sit in a basket and roll around on the floor. He held the thrown for 18 years until he abdicated to his nephew Francis Joseph. Despite all of the problems inbreeding caused him Ferdinand lived to be 82, 27 years after he abdicated the throne.

Queen Victoria’s genes went all of over Europe, her daughter, Princesses Alice, was the mother of Tsarina Alexandra Romanov, the last Tsarina of Russia; grandmother of the last Viceroy of India and great-grandmother of the Duke of Edinburgh. All of Queen Victoria’s children were inbred as her besotted husband, Prince Albert, was her first cousin. She had the blood clotting disorder hemophilia, which was passed to all her children and then went all across European royalty. While the Queen herself didn’t suffer much from the disease one of her children and five of her grandchildren died due to complications because of the disease. This disease is caused by both parents having the recessive gene for it, both Queen Victoria and Prince Albert had to have hemophilia for it to be passed onto their children. For such a rare and recessive disease to be strongly present in cousins, there is speculation that the queen herself may have been the product of inbreeding and whether or not her biological father was actually Edward, the Duke of Kent. Hemophilia has become known as the ‘royal disease due to the reach Queen Victoria had with her blood line.  

Aro culture is being really touch starved, and want to cuddle with your friend, and wonder if you have a crush on them because of this.

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reminder that this is a pro choice blog, because access to a medical procedure shouldn’t be a debate, and if you think otherwise, fuck off

Moony’s birthday

Ok so I thought this fic was lost forever and then it turns out I just needed to restart my laptop and everything was fine again lol. Turns out machines need a break too. This is def some hurt/comfort shit and I’m kind of proud of it so I hope you enjoy. 

Sleep was wonderful. It was a point where you could escape the worries and responsibilities of life for a while where you didn’t have to do anything except appreciate the warmth of the duvet. That is exactly what Remus Lupin was doing. Well until the covers were thrown back by his traitor husband exposing the long and lanky frame to the cold march air. That brought a stabbing pain in his chest that he was almost used to by now, almost.

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Covers yanked back and three extra bodies piled onto the small twin sized bed with similar levels of excite glee.

“Happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Mooooonnnnnnyyyyyyy” the three bodies also decided to bring their disastrously out of tune voices along with them it seemed “happy birthday too youuuuu!”

Despite the feeling of being physically crushed by his best friends Remus also felt crushed by the love pouring out of these boys and a grin couldn’t help but work itself onto his face.

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“Moonbeam, my love how are you this fine morning?” Sirius said with way to much joy and energy in his voice for 8am.

“Better if you let me sleep in you arsehole” the tawny (now greying) haired man grumbled into his pillow haphazardly searching for the duvet to pull back over his head, but soon gave up as he could reach it

“Well, this arsehole made you birthday breakfast so come on I know you hate getting crumbs in the bed” and with that the shorter man left the room with a large flourish, well a rather dramatic flick of his hair at least.

Birthday breakfast is something James thought of. Remus didn’t like presents and hated his birthday, hated the attention, but James being James needed to show his friend how much he cared.

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Stumbling down to the great hall before classes still wiping sleep from his eye Remus Lupin was joined by only two friends instead of the regular three. James was often an early riser so seeing him sat at the breakfast table wasn’t unusual. No, the unusual thing was the plate of all different goodies. Pancakes, waffles, toast, beans, sausages, bacon, hashbrowns, eggs (done every way you can), croissants, hot cross buns, crumpets and even cereal. It seems his friend hadn’t forgot a single classic English breakfast item and as Remus sat down staring bewildered at the mountain of foods the messy haired boy spoke up before he could even attempt to say anything.

“My Mum taught me to cook loads of different things like the eggs sunny side up, scrambled, poached fried. OH, and the pancakes have got chocolate chips cause you love chocolate y’know, can’t forget the chocolate sauce, I’ve also got fruit cause well its healthy. I just figured since you don’t like presents at least I can give you food, right?” the information was sort of rocketed in Remus’s general direction rather than actually spoken but that was just James.

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Remus was pulled from another memory of Hogwarts that caused that twinging pain in his left lung, by the mountain of food on the island in the kitchen. Pancakes, waffles, all the cereal boxes pulled down from the shelf, a plate of sausages and another waiting for the bacon, hashbrowns, croissants, hot cross buns, and crumpets.

 Sirius was standing over the stove frying up the last of the bacon swinging his hips and humming too the intro of ‘tie your mother down’ playing through the old record player speakers sat in the corner. Remus lent against the doorway admiring the love of his life with Remus’s pyjama’s low on his hips. Sirius was beautiful, he always had been why shouldn’t Remus spend a bit of time relishing in the presence of this man. The humming had changed into Sirius belting out the words.

“GET YOUR PARTY GOWN, GET YOUR PIGTAIL DOWN, GET YOUR HEART BEATIN’ BABY”

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12th December 1976 was a cold day which Remus decided was best wrapped up in a blanket with a book, that was until Sirius and James all but tumbled through the door to their shared dorm.

“PRONGS PUT IT ON GO ON GO ON!”

“IM GETTING THEIR PADFOOT JUST-“

Remus looked up from his perch on the windowsill book in his lap forgotten in favour of the two boys excitement.

‘’What the fuck is happening?” came Remus’s confused gruff voice from the other side of the room.

“MOONY MOONY MOONY MOONY CHRISTMAS HAS OFFICIALLY COME EARLY! LOOK, LOOK, LOOK!” Sirius was practically vibrating with excitement and way to loud as per usual as he shoved the record sleeve in his boyfriends face.

“Woah. WHERE IN THE EVER-LIVING FUCK DID YOU GET THIS?” A wide excited grin joined his face too match his two best friends.

“Muggle shop,” he said flippantly “it came out TWO days ago Moony!”

“Hold on how did you get to muggle shop, Hogsmead is the only town nearby? No tell me after we’ve listened to the album, come on James how long does it take to put on a fucking record”

“Alright don’t get your knickers in a twist Moony, here” and the first notes of Tie your mother down started playing through the speakers and the three friends stood around appreciating the music.

They must’ve listen to the album twice through before Peter joined them and proceeded to complain that they didn’t find him immediately. Then they all listened through the album through another three times before discussing and then another two times. To say Day at the races was a favourite record for the marauders was an understatement.

“Wow, that might be there best album EVER” Peter announced

“Ooh making some bold claims there Wormy” came the teasing voice of James Potter

“I think my favourite song was Tie your mother down. What about you lot?” Sirius started the conversation the usually ended in arguments and harsh words thrown about whenever a new record was added to the marauders collection. “Moony?” grey eyes looked up through dark eyelashes up at the other boy. From his place in his lap Sirius got a perfect view of the birthmarks speckling the column of Remus’s neck and the different shades of brown, yellow and gold in his hair. The light from above created a halo around Remus’s head as he looked down on the dark-haired boy resting in his lap.

“Oof, Pads. A favourite? I dunno, they were all sooooo good!”

“Oh, come of it Moony you always have a favourite!” James socked foot came to knock his knee, the taller boys attention was briefly taken away from the boy in his lap. Sirius usually like to have all the attention, but he didn’t mind this one bit, getting too look at Moony will that easy smile spread across his face and watching the thoughts run over his face was a sight to behold.

“Good old fashioned lover boy” he said holding James gaze as the messy haired boy threw his hands in the air in clear frustration.

“NO! THE BEST SONG WAS CLEARLY DROWSE!”

“WHAT?! YOU HAVE TO BE KIDDING ME PRONGS” Remus lent forward and threw his hands around but quickly moved back in fear of jostling Sirius too much

“WHAT IT WAS A GOOD SONG AND I STAND BY THAT!” messy haired boy stood up with an air of finality

“Oh no you don’t get to walk away from this conversation Prongs” at the moment Remus leapt across the room, all aspects of keeping his boyfriend comfy went out the window apparently and latched himself onto James ankles toppling him to ground like a Jenga tower.

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Remus wrapped his arms around his husbands waist and plastered his chest to expanse of Sirius back while proceeding to joining with a new rendition of Tie your mother down.

“GOT MY TIMIN’ RIGHT, GOT MY ACT ALL TIGHT, ITS GOTTA BE TONIGHT MY LITTLE SCHOOL BABE!”

“YOUR MOMMA SAYS YOU DON’T AND YOUR DADDY SAYS YOU WON’T AND IM BURNIN’ UP INSIDE AINT NO WAY IM GONNA LOOSE OUT THIS TIME”

The smell of burning bacon is what knocked the couple out of their fantasy and Sirius frantically moved the pan of the heat and salvaged the bacon that wasn’t burnt. Still plastered to his husbands back Remus started shaking with silent laughter.

“Oi you wanker grab the plate and at least be useful instead of laughing at my efforts” Sirius said a teasing lilt to his voice. Moving away from the warmth that Sirius always managed to radiate was more of a chore than trying to grade 1st years essays even if he did wrap his arms back around the shorter mans waist as soon as he could.

“Y’know, I thought you were getting better at cooking didn’t Effie teach you to cook” Remus said jokingly.

“She certainly tried; you know James was always the chef” in one sentence all of their teasing had fallen, and they were left with the nasty reminder that they were alone. The two of them with their friends all lost to a war that none of them should have been a part of. The tears didn’t creep up on Remus by any stretch of the imagination, they had been waiting for the right moment to strike all morning and he had only just been holding them back.

“I miss them too, love” Remus whispered into Sirius neck where he had tucked his head.

Ok I love this, I’m hard of hearing myself and seeing this kind of representation in one of my favourite characters is amazing and you bet your arse I’m going to write this

Black Family Headcanons

I'm sick of everyone thinking the black brothers are perfect, they were the product of inbreeding. Of course, they had medical conditions, so here are my headcanons about it.

Sirius is hard of hearing

Most of his friends just thought that Sirius had a hard time paying attention

Remus eventually figured it out because Sirius didn't hear things that everyone else could when they were all paying utmost attention.

After Remus told McGonagall she gave Sirius books about spells that would work like hearing aids

Sirius was confused at that time because even he didn't know about his being hard of hearing.

Madame Pomfrey had to tell him that if someone's family (like his) is inbreeding that the child could have a lot of medical conditions

She told him that it could have been worse but Sirius immediately ran out of the room

He then came back with his younger brother, who was only 12 at the time, and requested that she check Regulus's ears

Sirius might not have liked Regulus but he still thought that his brother deserved to know if he had a medical condition

Regulus had perfect hearing, however, Regulus had Hemophilia

(For those of you who don't know, Hemophilia is a blood clotting disorder that makes you bleed a lot even from the tiniest cuts, many inbreed royals over the years have had it)

To Sirius this was a very bad thing, so for the rest of the year Sirius watched Regulus like a hawk

Anyway, it was fun to bring science into the equation.

did you know that the last name Cooper comes from the role on a ship for someone who took care of barrels?? like their whole jobs was making sure all the barrels on a ship were good enough and dismantling barrels if they got in the way and then remaking them as soon as these fucking barrels were needed! imagine being the descendant of a barrel man for fuck sake hahejenjdbf