I Compose Poems Sometimes Sooo Heres One I Made:

I compose poems sometimes sooo heres one I made:

I smell it,

I smell the rain

That is coming from Up

Where the sky is blue,

Where there is no clouds

Where there isn't nobody

The calm and forgiveness

It's mesmerising

How beautiful it is

Up.

Why do gay people dress well?

Because they've been in the closet for so long.

dementor - @wolfstarmicrofic - word count: 309

The evening of October 31st, 1985 dawned cool and clear. From inside James and Lily's little cottage, Sirius peered out onto the street, watching the small children who had already gotten a start on their Trick-or-Treating, and allowed himself to get lost in thought, his emotions twisting and dark.

That is, until a hand rested on his shoulder, bringing him back to earth.

"Ever wonder what life would be like? If we didn't catch Peter?" he mumbled, turning and curling into Remus's arms, basking in the warm feeling of safety he found there.

"Only when I'm feeling particularly depressed," Remus quipped, tightening his hold on the shorter man. But after a minute, he sighed. "Awful. Gods, it would have been...unbearable."

It went unacknowledged between them that if they hadn't caught Peter, they might never have reconciled. Figured out that the other was not a traitor. Admitted to their feelings and found the love they had now.

Sirius nodded, pulling back a bit and staring into chocolate-brown eyes. "I love you. I'm so thankful we have this. Us."

But before Remus could agree, could pull him into a kiss or whisper adoring sentiments into his ear, a voice yelled from down the hall.

"Uncle Pads! Uncle Moons! Look!"

And they both turned to find Harry running toward them dressed in dark robes, a hood covering his head.

"Ah!" Remus pretended to scream, making a terrified expression.

"Isn't he scary?" Lily asked, following him, wearing cat ears and an adoring look. James followed her as well, his superhero cape trailing along behind him.

But Sirius looked at Harry a bit nervously. "Why'd you have to pick dementors, though? They're right creepy."

"Don't worry, Uncle Pads," Harry reassured him with wide green eyes, slipping his small hand into Sirius's. "Uncle Moony will protect you."

Remus's smile and nod of agreement was breathtaking.

A little late but

Happy pride month!!

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I’m ace, aro and tired

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