Monbeauloup - Our Tragedy Was Written In The Stars

I feel like Remus is one of those cat people who can sleep anytime they want to, like he’ll literally just lay his head down on Sirius’ lap and fall asleep straight away. Sirius will 100% pretend to be irritated but will sit there and stroke Remus’ hair until he falls asleep too.

Me: :(

*Ben Barnes talking on instagram live about being the fancast of Sirius Black*

Me: :')

"I know someday you'll have a beautiful life

I know you'll be a star

In somebody else's sky

But why

Why

Why can't it be

Oh can't it be mine?"

I was listening to Pearl Jam again and...

FORBIDDEN FRUIT

twelve years in hell for the sin of loving a killer

a little comic i made last month about remus reacting to betrayal in 1981 more under the cut!

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Forget regular presents. I’m waiting for the day someone gives me their favorite book annotated with all their thoughts and ideas.

werewolf—

there are many words for transformation / metamorphosis metaphor / medication / go to sleep / beside the man you love & wake up next to a dog / maybe the moon brought it out of him hound hungry for blood / maybe it’s your fault / or maybe it was there inside him / howling all along

— Sam Sax, from “Bestiary,” A Guide to Undressing Your Monsters

        She had a way of seeing the beauty in others, even, and perhaps most especially, when that person couldn’t see it in themselves.

                                                                 - Remus Lupin

request by anon: sophie skelton as lily evans

“One of the brightest I ever taught. Vivacious, you know. Charming girl.”

Ok, but this just radiates Remus as the Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor energy...

I’m really attached to the Andrew Garfield fancast and can't picture anyone else as Remus by now

Sometimes Remus has a hard time falling asleep because he’s too busy watching Sirius, the slow rise and fall of his chest, long lashes fluttering against his cheeks, the moonlight caressing his alabaster skin. In the fleeting moments of midnight, Sirius wakes suddenly, and Remus holds him tight, thinking he’s had a bad dream, prepared to kiss the nightmares away. Instead, Sirius blinks slowly, fingers tracing the lines of Remus’ jaw, a strange look on his face. You’re my best friend. His eyes close moments later, sighing as he nestles his nose against Remus’ neck, lulled to sleep by the steady rhythm of Remus’ heartbeat. It’s in those silent moments laying in the dark that Remus knows he’s in love. Truly, deeply, irrevocably in love.