Arthur, sliding a photo across the table: I need you to shoot this guy in the leg.

Charles: This is a photo of you?

Arthur: Dutch wants me to go robbing with Micah.

From the series of: Wolfstar raising Harry

Harry loved Sirius’s drawings.

Since he discovered them, stored in a box on top of a closet, he’d sometimes spend hours looking at them one by one. Most of them were drawings of Remus, of course, and contained a signature of Sirius Black and a date written in ink in the corner of the sheet, all dating from 1975 to 1979. Most of them were clearly captured moments at Hogwarts, in the Gryffindor common room, or in the boys’ dormitory, as his godfather himself had told Harry. Some showed Remus sitting in an armchair by the fireplace reading a book, others were doodles of his profile sitting on a chair in the classroom a few feet away. One showed Remus sleeping on some pieces of parchment on a table, and on another he held a cup of something steaming, while sitting on a window, looking outside.

Harry loved each of those drawings because he felt like he could almost be there, feeling the moment when he looked at them. He had found one of his father, fallen asleep while sitting with his cheek pressed to his hand and his crooked glasses, which Sirius said was one morning when he fell asleep in the middle of Professor McGonagall’s class and ended up getting detention for it. Sirius let Harry have that one, and the boy hung it on the wall next to his bed. He loved looking at his father every night before going to sleep, and wished he had one of his mother too. From the pictures, she seemed so beautiful. Harry even tried to ask his godfather to draw his mother, but he said he didn’t know if he could draw anymore and that he certainly wouldn’t remember her features so perfectly to do so. Even though he couldn’t quite explain why, Harry felt very sad that night and Remus realized that when he went to say good night.

“Your mother was amazing, Harry. She was beautiful, not only on the outside but also on the inside. She and I were great friends. You have every right to feel sad that you haven’t met her. ”

“That’s not it,” the boy replied. “Not exactly.”

“So what is it?”

“It’s just… you and Sirius don’t remember what they looked like anymore. In time, you’ll will forget even more, and I will never really know, and they didn’t deserve it. To be forgotten. ”

Remus couldn’t answer for a moment. He nodded, swallowing hard, and finally murmured:

“You’re right.”

Sirius didn’t know what gift to give Harry on his eleventh birthday. He always gave him a toy or they went to meet some place the boy really wanted to meet, but this time Harry was already too old for toys and he wanted to give the boy something more important to celebrate his eleventh birthday and his entry into Hogwarts, when the official invitation finally arrived. But July came and it was almost over and Sirius didn’t know what to give him until Remus told him what Harry had said about his parents, and he figured out what to do. He would try to draw a picture of Harry with his parents as best he could.

However, Sirius soon came to the frustrating conclusion that he definitely didn’t know how to draw anymore. His skills were nowhere near what they were before, during his hot , inconsequential youth, when art was part of who he was and there were no other worries, when he had not lost the people he loved most and everything was still easy. Or maybe it was easier because back then, when he managed to name his feelings for Remus, he just had to look at the boy to feel all the nerve endings in his body inspire to put on paper what Lupin really was: a masterpiece.

It was with this in mind that he stopped wiping the quill on his face absently and looked at Remus, that was facing the other way in front of the sink making coffee and wearing a frayed old shirt that had once belonged to him – or so he thought, but couldn’t be sure. For so many years they had been sharing everything, that even most of his clothes already belonged to both of them. No, Sirius thought, sitting at the kitchen table with the parchment and ink in front of him. I still see a masterpiece when I look at him. I could still draw him  on every inch of this scroll without even having to look at him for long. But the problem, he soon realized, was that Harry was right. It wasn’t Remus he needed to draw, it was James and Lily. And he no longer remembered his friends’ faces, the little details that made a difference, that made the drawing more real.

Black dropped the quill on the paper and sighed heavily, scratching his eyes with his hands and resting his face on his palms. He felt Remus approach from behind and kiss his cheek close to his ear as he dropped a cup of coffee in front of him on the table. They had both woken up just minutes ago, it was still early Monday morning, and the first thing they did, as always, was to check the mail and go to the kitchen.

“What’s the matter?” Remus sat next to him and pulled out the newspaper to read.

“Harry was right when he said that. I don’t remember them anymore, not everything… Not enough to draw them.” Sirius sighed heavily, staring at the sketch he had tried to start.

“It doesn’t have to be perfect, Sirius.” Remus touched his arm. “Harry will love it anyway, you know that.”

“His birthday is tomorrow and I could barely get started on it yet. And you know how I hate doing things in half…” Sirius ran his hands through his hair, frustrated. “Isn’t it ridiculous? That I’ve forgotten them? He was my best friend. My brother.” He looked at Remus, bewildered, searching for some words of comfort. “Do you remember them?”

Remus dropped the coffee cup in his hands and turned to his husband.

“Do you know how much time has passed?”

“Ten years,” Sirius concluded, without much thought. In October of that year the death of James and Lily would complete ten years. Time had literally flown by, for if Sirius thought of the beginning, in the first weeks after their death, when he thought he would never recover, he could see the great path they had taken. It was only a few years ago that they stopped scratching each calendar day, another craze they had acquired together, to count the days they had survived missing the Potters. Each scratched day was both a victory and a deeper pain. Each scratched day was like a burden to both of them, a reminder that no matter how many days were scratched, the pain would not pass, the longing would always be there, and they would never return. It was then, realizing that this was doing more harm than good, that Remus decided it was time to stop. Sirius still remembered the night when, before bed, his husband stopped in front of the fridge with his quill in his hand and stared at the calendar for countless minutes. Finally he took it from the refrigerator door, dropped it on the floor and looked at Sirius. The only thing he said was “do it” without explaining anything. “Do it, and we’ll get it over with. And leave it behind.” Sirius took his wand from his pocket and pointed it at the calendar. He muttered a spell that set the paper on fire and they both watched it burn for a while.

The other day, the longing was the same.

“Ten years,” Remus agreed, bringing him back to the moment. “It’s too much time. You can’t remember everything, Pads. It’s not your fault. I don’t remember them either. But we still remember the main things, the most important moments. Nothing can take it from us.”

Sirius nodded, he was right. Remus always knew what to say. He then felt one of Remus’ gentle kisses on his lips before the man turned back to the Daily Prophet on his hands.

Sirius took a sip of his own coffee and looked back at the parchment, determined to try his best. He dipped the tip of the quill in ink, but when was about to begin, Harry appeared in the kitchen yawning and shuffling his feet. Sirius quickly pulled a sheet of newspaper over the drawing and dropped the quill. He watched the boy stop in the middle of the kitchen and scratch his eyes, adjusting his glasses in place and running his hands through his messy hair. He blinked a few times and looked at the two men sitting at the table before smiling and saying good morning.

For a moment it was as if Sirius saw James Potter for the first time again, on the Hogwarts Express platform. The boy, growing taller and slender every day, with round glasses and tousled, minimally curled hair, had the same dark skin as his father, the same careless, quiet expression, almost the same voice and manner. Sirius could see, for a brief second, James Potter’s face perfectly in his mind. It was a brief, fleeting image, but it was enough to make him sure he could finish that drawing now.

“You look so much like your father,” he said, unable to hold back the thought.

“Except the eyes,” Remus added, also watching the boy.

“You have your mother’s eyes” Sirius agreed and smiled.

omg uchiha always think everything is about them

Seventh year Lily Evans finally said yes to James’ 145th dating proposal, and all everyone seem to talk about is this. Wanna ask some questions?

I couldn't come back online on the weekend but I'll try to answer the asks between tonight and tomorrow night so please send in some more Qs!!! 💜💜

David Suzuki in this interview about facing the reality of climate change and other environmental issues from Moyers & Company.

Dear John,

It’s 4:30 in the morning and I can’t sleep. I’m confused about what happened tonight. I think I went too far too soon when I undid your jeans. All I can say is I’m sorry. I don’t want to put pressure on you to have sex or anything like that, especially if you don’t feel ready. I love you and if all we ever do is hug, that is enough for me. When I give you this letter I won’t say anything. When you are ready, talk to me.

Yours sincerely,

Tim

PSA

I’m not trying to preach or sound sappy. This has happened enough times though, that I figured I would help try to remind. It’s upsetting to know how some people are treated in this community. For all I know, everyone has been treated bad in this community at one time or another. But let’s try to remember that there is absolutely no good reason to treat anyone poorly. Regardless of followers, race, sexuality, gender (or lack of), or anything else. This community is here for people to make content, make friends, and have a fun time doing something they enjoy. We all make mistakes and I’m not trying to shame anyone. Hopefully we can be more mindful of others. Treat people with respect and kindness. Let’s keep this community fun because you all are awesome!!

The Azkaban Prison

based on this text post by @incorrect-harry-potter-quotes

I just wanted to say good night everyone and another thing is be kind always to people, no matter what! And always treat people equally and with respect and always think twice about what you are about to say, always consider if this is gonna hurt someone’s feelings ok? Sleep well and again Be kind cause no one is better than anyone well maybe just Beyonce but you know, it’s Beyonce.