“Omg, I Love These! They Go Up To Size 6X AND They Have Pockets?! Wow!! But Do You Have Anything Longer?”

Oohlala, I am halfway done.

Coloring didn’t come out how I imagined but hey, that happens…

Day 14

Sirius has Remus around his finger

Marauders;

Remus; I'm going to study

James: Oh ill join you

Peter: Me too!!

Sirius: Remus I need help with my homework

Remus...

Sirius: Please?

Remus: *sits down immediately* What's up?

Marauders ethnicity headcanons 🗣️

Sirius Black and Regulus Black

Both French, they moved to London when Sirius was 11 and Regulus was 10 so they could attend Hogwarts, and so their parents could see the rest of their family who had moved a couple years prior (the black family is french but they were British about a thousand years ago, and it is tradition for all the children of the family to attend Hogwarts and not Beauxbatons)

Both of their first languages are french, and Sirius especially had a strong French accent when he started Hogwarts (doesn't really have it now)

James potter

Half Indian, half Guatemalan. They're one of the only poc pureblood families in the UK, and they are also considered blood traitors by majority of the families (in the same way the Weasley's are) unlike the Weasley's they are incredibly rich

James speaks both Spanish and Hindi but not as well as his parents would like him to (he also knows some other parts of different Indian languages from some of his mum's plethora of extended family)

Remus lupin

Half Brazilian and half Polish-Jewish

Speaks both languages

Peter Petigrew

English

Speaks English

Lily Evans

3/4 English 1/4 Ghanaian

Speaks English

Marlene McKinnon

Half Northern Irish, half Filipino

Speaks English, Tagalog is defo not her strong suit but she's trying

Mary MacDonald

Jamaican

Speaks English

Evan Rosier and Pandora Rosier

Half Fijian half French

Speaks English, and fluent French

Barty Crouch Jr.

Italian

Speaks English and Italian fluently

Dorcas Meadowes

Kenyan

Speaks English

Fictober Day 10

"Loving you is the easiest thing in the world."

SamBucky, post-TFATWS, happy!Bucky, trans!Bucky, body dysphoria, body dysmorphia. Mentions of transphobia/homophobia.

Idea from this post!

Bucky stared at himself in the mirror after a shower, towel tied around his waist, water dropping from his hair. He glared at the scars decorating his body; the ones under his pecs, the ones curved over the joint of his left shoulder, and various other nicks littered about his skin.

But the ones he was most concerned about were the ones under his pecs. The ones made with the most caution, even and curved.

He had gotten a surgery back in the 30's, where it was never approved of to be ‘different’ in that way. Where he could've be killed just for being a man, or for loving a man.

The two ideas contradicted each other when it came to the logic of such bigoted people- who Bucky later learned were called transphobic and homophobia. On one hand, if people had known, Bucky would have never been considered a man. But on the other, he would be when it came to dating one.

He always found it ridiculous. It had always made his chest ache deeply and his eyes prick up.

As he stared in the mirror, he began to cry, hatred for his body popping up in his mind. Part of him knew that Sam didn't care, but he still couldn't help but think, just for a moment, that maybe he was in the way of Sam experiencing something real.

A knock comes from the bathroom door, Sam's voice concerned as he speaks.

“Bucky? You alright in there, man?”

Bucky hiccups, shaking his head. “N-No.”

Sam immediately cracks the door open, peaking in, met with the sight of Bucky's hands clenched on thd edge of the counter, tears pouring down his face as he stared in the mirror with a disgusted look.

“How… How could you love this?” He hiccups, gesturing to his chest. Sam inches his way in, closing the door behind him as he places a hand on Bucky's shoulder.

“Bucky, loving you is the easiest thing in the world. You know that, right? I don't care what parts you have or don't, man. It doesn't matter. Because I love you.”

Bucky sniffs, looking over at him with a sad look, a soft pout on his lips. “Promise?”

“I promise.” Sam says, smiling gently as he runs a hand through Bucky's hair. “Now. How about we get you dressed and get some breakfast? You must be starving.”

Bucky hiccups as he nods, turning to throw his arms around Sam, face in his shoulder. Sam holds him tightly with no quarrels on how long they stood there. He could care less if they stood there until Bucky was completely dry and they had both grown gray hairs. It didn't matter as long as Bucky was cared for.

“I got you.” He says, holding Bucky close as he calms down.

Once he is calm, Bucky withdraws, swiping at his face. He takes in a shuddering breath as he takes the moment to smile at Sam.

“You're the best damn boyfriend I've ever had, Sam.” He says, face flushing. “But I guess that ain't much a competition.”

Sam chuckles and presses a kiss to Bucky's forehead before leading him to their room, sitting him down on the edge of the bed as he grabs Bucky's clothes.

Bucky immediately starts changing himself, hanging up his towel once he was done. He takes Sam's hand without another word and starts leading him towards the kitchen.

Sam starts breakfast, Bucky watching him from the kitchen table as the two chat about everything and nothing, exchanging small smiles and flirty jokes.

You know what? Fuck it. If this post gets 15k notes I'll push my parents to get my fibromyalgia diagnosis. Not happening

"You wouldn't last an hour in the asylum where they raised me"

do you think, for a potato chip, being dipped in an onion-based condiment is like seeing an old friend for the first time in years, both of you fundamentally changed and soon destined to die but nonetheless still here in this moment?

people who write on their phones (word mobile, gdocs app, scrivener mobile, notesapp, etc) how does it feel to be taunting god every single day

Why do pro lifers show you a picture of an embryo and be like "THIS is what you're killing". Bitch ew I don't think we were meant to see that shit. What the fuck is that thing. Are you fucking kidding me it's just in there like that? Do you see how fucking terrifying that is. If I ever get pregnant this shit will haunt my nightmares just knowing that's what it looks like. Looking unblinkingly unseeingly at my insides. 🤮 Get out!!!!!!!