Chronicly Bored, Bipolar Barty Crouch Jr., Who Is Always Understimulated And Usually Buzzing In His Seat.

here's some more unsolicited adult advice as someone in her 30s who knows there are a lot of twenty somethings and teens that follow her: if you're trying to build a new habit you really want, and are struggling, you have to break it down to the smallest building block possible. If you're failing, you haven't thought small enough. I know it's possible to hear stories of people who just snapped into new life mode one day by "just deciding", but truly what's happening there is a confluence of events and experiences that force the brain into some sort of epiphany. You cannot will an epiphany. It'll never work. For most times of your life, you will need to build habits intentionally, and that means not working against yourself and to set micro goals. like laughably tiny goals. because once that easy tiny goal is met, you can build off it, tiny goal after tiny goal until you reach your big goal.

so for example, if you want to be a morning person that gets up at ass crack dawn so that you can work out, eat brekkie, shower, and get to work at a leisurely pace, and you're not that person because you will hit your snooze button 800 times, you have to get the big picture goal out of your head. think smaller. "I want to get up 15 minutes earlier than I normally do." If you can't do that, make it 5 minutes. "I want to cook breakfast every day" hell no too big. "I want to eat something, anything, before I leave the house" hell yeah, fantastic. When you go to the grocery store to make sure there are things in the house for breakfast, if you keep buying bagels and microwave sandwiches that you ignore, you gotta think smaller. SMALLER. What's something so easy to eat that you'll never say no to. Is it a yogurt? Is it a handful of grapes? Is it a hostess ho ho? is it hot cheetos? FORGET the big picture of the fantasy put-together woman preparing a full nutritious meal that you'd be proud to admit to. Think only of the smallest goal you can achieve. If you know you can't say no to an ice cream sandwich, put a ton of ice cream sandwiches in your freezer and have one for breakfast every day until it's so instilled in you that you gotta get up to eat something you can start diversifying.

It sounds like, from the lack of habit place, that must take forever. But really it doesn't take too long to form the habit once the discipline kicks in. the trick is that you have to give your brain something easy to become disciplined to. If it's too hard, think easier and smaller. No one has to know. Literally no one in the gd world has to know that for 4 weeks when you were 22 you had an ice cream sandwich for breakfast every day. who cares. If it gets you eating oatmeal with fresh fruit in a few months who cares. you did it, yay. smaller, easier. if you can't do it, think smaller and easier. smaller!! EASIER!!! You are not thinking smaller and easier enough. break your brain thinking how small and easy you can go. SMALLER. EVEN SMALLER, SIS.

Hiccup has been having trouble with his prosthetic so Astrid finds a way to help a little

This is the sort of shit that Rosekiller would pull

George Weasley is left-handed, and Fred forced himself to be ambidextrous so he could comfort George's anxiety whenever it would randomly spike during class. But the thing is, is that Fred has only really gotten the grip down pact for his left hand. Otherwise, he is actually absolutely rubbish at writing with his left hand, which isn't really saying much since his writing in his right hand isn't that much better either. But it's the thought that counts, and besides, George has neat enough handwriting for the both of them.

A Barty and James, as brothers, AU has been circling in my head and has been scratching my brain just right.

Like those big brown eyes, soft, messy black hair, defined jaws, the tan, the bad eyesight (that Barty refuses to admit he has).

Just the way James would be the best big brother and help an Italian Barty to learn English, because his mother knew very little and Sr refuses to teach him or get him help to learn.

Just the hugs, the screaming matches, the emotional stunted mess that is Barty, James holding Barty together when he isn't quite sure what's real. James helping Barty through his depressive episodes, Barty grounding James when he needs it most, helping him get his head out the clouds.

Barty screaming and crying on the Potter's front doorstep for his brother when he could feel himself literally snapping in two from the abuse he has been put under.

Effie thinking she would never have to ever see the product of Fleamont's disloyalty (that they had spent ages working through to get back to where they are now) only to find herself immediately thinking of Barty as her son.

The cuddles.

Barty still becoming a death eater and is unsure why James doesn't hate him. James just wants to see Barty happy and he knows that that is with Evan.

James praying to everything he could think of and performing protection rituals to make sure that his little brother survives the war. He would never be able to look at himself again if something happened and he hadn't tried to do anything.

Barty not fighting Azkaban because he literally has nothing to live for anymore, except maybe some revenge.

Everyone thinking Barty is crying out of fear when he gets sentenced to the dementors' kiss when really they are of happiness because he is just so over it, he wants James, and Evan, and Regulus. And he wants a fucking hug.

Regulus has a special surprise for Remus on the anniversary of them getting together.

When he pulls his boyfriend into the common room, a bunch of Slytherins are there… waiting?

Regulus wraps around the confused older from behind, starting to slowly undress him, while the other students are hungrily watching.

„I know what a desperate whore you are, beloved. Remember when you confessed that one specific fantasy?“ He places a soft kiss on Remus‘ cheek. „Happy anniversary.“

Once the Gryffindor is naked, he is lead to one of the dark green leather couches and gently pushed down, before Regulus addresses the others in the room.

„You know the one, simple rule. His pussy belongs to me.“ Regulus says in a stern tone, then smirks. „Have fun.“

Remus can’t remember many details of what happened after that. It is a blur of cocks and stap-ons, girls sitting down on his face, forcing him to eat them out while someone else is fucking his ass. None of them undresses, only opening trousers and pulling down panties.

His hole is red, puffy and abused, filled with cum and lube. Dorcas is especially mean, using a cock with something akin to barbs and a knot.

He loves every second of it.

Whenever Remus feels overwhelmed, Regulus suddenly appears on his side, cooing, placing gentle kisses and softly whispering how good he is doing, what a perfect little toy he is and how proud he makes the raven.

Only after the last Slytherin is done Regulus steps up and opens his trousers.

Because they are not done yet.

The others watch on as Remus, already exhausted beyond comprehension and having blacked out once or twice for a few seconds, is fucked hard and deep by his lover. Making sounds none of them were able to draw out of him, and some are a bit jealous they didn’t get to even touch his pussy, let alone fuck it.

But Regulus has made it clear. That cunt belongs to nobody but him.

Once he is done, and he made sure to make him orgasm multiple times, filling Remus so so so good with his cum, Regulus picks his exhausted boyfriend up and carries him to his dorm and straight to the bathroom.

He is gentle while washing Remus, again telling him how perfect he was, but he can’t help himself and makes him peak three more times while scooping out all of the cum inside of him.

Afterwards he drags them to his bed, with Regulus softly massaging his beloved’s hips and back. Giving him a mild pain potion, because Remus loves being sore after a good fuck, and makes him drink two glasses of water, to make sure he stays hydrated.

They sleep tangled up with each other, touching wherever possible.

Guys, get ready to drag me kicking and screaming back into the Marauders fandom because Captain America Brave New World comes out on the 13th, and I'm like the biggest marvel buff that I know but I really need to write the 10 Bllu children like it's a nessacity.

Sirius Black, the type of guy to give in to the impulse of opening the door of a fast-moving car.

Rosekiller in the great hall always acting and sounding like they are in the start of a porno. Everyone sort of stays clear of them fully expecting them to start raw dogging on the table one day.