Every Time I See This I Have To Fan Myself And Think Of Cold Showers. Just WOW! Look At Those Cute Lil

Every time I see this I have to fan myself and think of cold showers. Just WOW! Look at those cute lil blushes! The hands in the hair! I can’t even. This arist is so talented, y’all!

Words I want from your lips whispered into my skin, flush and slick with our efforts.

You’ve never said them before, not to another soul.

I know you felt it once, but you won’t tell me about that either, an old pain.

You see her when you look at me now, more than him.

I’ve never felt like this, so consumed by another person; it’s almost like being reborn.

You tell me in other ways, long fingers careful, soft.

Afterward twined together, you stroking my hair as I mouth absently at your scars.

Just this once, I beg; please say that you love me.

Please say that you Love Me

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Remus Lupin/Sirius Black

Summary: “When I ran away from home and ended up at James’s, his mum thought we were eloping,” Sirius said.

Rating: Mature Word Count: 1,104 Warnings: deadnaming and gender dysphoria if you squint

Thoughts: My talented friend iamthatveryvvitch wrote this fantastic ficlet featuring trans Remus and trans Sirius, and I just had to make this in order to rec it because I enjoyed it so very much! The banter between them was spot on, and I especially loved the tender moments between them toward the end. What are you waiting for? Go read it right now! ;D

Fic link on AO3

Image credits: one, two, and three

ghosttrope with the hot takes! I agreed with so much of this that I had to reblog.

yikes

My mother loved three things: God, her Bible, and my father, precisely in that order.

I didn’t fit into her plans or her heart, which was devoted to serving the Lord.

She dragged us to church every Sunday and Wednesday and also to every service in between.

My knees were always bruised from kneeling on hard wooden pews that folded for use.

She prayed for my soul until the day that she died, like I was her penance.

I never did find out what the sin she committed was, but I still have her Bible.

My Mother Loved her Bible

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Aren't these AMAZING?!

drarry sketches, with thanks to @mirimora, @triggerlil and @gingerbreaddrarry for the prompts :D