I’m Not Okay

Wolfstar kisses are good for the soul

Lazy days

I headcanon Remus as pretty calm and level-headed (he's the type of person where Sirius and James are more scared of him when he's calm angry) but i imagine him FLIPPING out over something like a new book release from his favorite author.

Don’t care if he’s guilty, don’t care if he’s not He’s good and he’s bad and he’s all that I’ve  g o t

𝓦𝓸𝓵𝓯𝓽𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻 as my favorite romantic book quotes

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“𝗛𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗵𝗮𝗹𝗳 𝗼𝗳 𝗺𝘆 𝘀𝗼𝘂𝗹, 𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗼𝗲𝘁𝘀 𝘀𝗮𝘆.”

“𝗜 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗼𝗴𝗻𝗶𝘇𝗲 𝗵𝗶𝗺 𝗯𝘆 𝘁𝗼𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝗮𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗲, 𝗯𝘆 𝘀𝗺𝗲𝗹𝗹. 𝗜 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗵𝗶𝗺 𝗯𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗱, 𝗯𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘆 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗯𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵𝘀 𝗰𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝘁 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝘂𝗰𝗸 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗵. 𝗜 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗵𝗶𝗺 𝗶𝗻 𝗱𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵, 𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗲𝗻𝗱 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗹𝗱.”

- The Song of Achilles, Madeline Miller.

“𝗜 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗶 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝘁𝗿𝘂𝗹𝘆 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲. 𝗜 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂.”

- Jane Eyre, Charlotte Brontë.

“𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗺𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗼𝘄 𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗲𝗹𝗹 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝗮𝗿𝗱𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗹𝘆 𝗶 𝗮𝗱𝗺𝗶𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂.”

- Pride and Prejudice, Jane Austen.

“𝗜 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝘆𝗼𝘂’𝗿𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗶𝗳𝘂𝗹, 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝗯𝗲𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗶𝗳𝘂𝗹 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗼𝗻 𝗶’𝘃𝗲 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝗲𝗲𝗻. 𝗜 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘃𝗼𝗶𝗰𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝗱𝗼 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘆𝗼𝘂, 𝗱𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝘁𝗼 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗰𝗹𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘀 𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗿𝗼𝗼𝗺 𝘆𝗼𝘂’𝗿𝗲 𝘀𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝗻. 𝗜 𝗮𝗱𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂.”

“𝗜 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗴𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝗹𝗳 𝗮𝘄𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗶𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝗱 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝗰𝗲𝗻𝗰𝘆 𝘁𝗼 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗺𝗲 𝗮𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗲. 𝗔𝘄𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗰𝘁𝘂𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆, 𝘆𝗲𝘀, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗲𝗺𝗼𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗶𝗻 𝗮 𝘄𝗮𝘆; 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲-" 𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗼𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗽𝗶𝗽𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗺 𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁; 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗯𝗼𝘁𝗵 𝘀𝗺𝗶𝗹𝗲𝗱. 𝗣𝗲𝗿𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘀 𝘄𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝗸𝗲 𝘂𝗽 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿.”

- Maurice, E.M. Forster.

“𝗜’𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂.”

“𝗜𝘁’𝘀 𝗿𝗼𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗻 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸.”

“𝗡𝗼𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝗲. 𝗡𝗼𝘁 𝗶𝗳 𝗶𝘁’𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂.”

- An Oresteia, Anne Carson.

“𝗘𝗮𝗰𝗵 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗵𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝗲 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻.”

- The Age of Innocence, Edith Wharton.

“𝗜𝘁 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝗺𝗮𝗱𝗲 𝗺𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘆𝗼𝘂… 𝗶𝘁 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝗺𝗮𝗱𝗲 𝗺𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝘀𝗲𝗿, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗶𝗲𝗿, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗯𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝗲𝗿. 𝗜 𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝗮 𝗴𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁 𝗺𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 𝗯𝗲𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗿𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗶 𝗱𝗶𝗱 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺.”

- The Portrait of a Lady, Henry James.

“𝗛𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗽𝗼𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝗼𝗻, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗶 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝘁 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗱.”

- Anyway, Richard Siken (poem).

regulus black vibes ✨

i dont want to think critically i just want to read about sirius and remus finding each other after azkaban....relearning all the things they’d forgotten about each other....first kiss after 13 years.....first “i love you” since they were 21.....remembering all the little quirks and habits they’d built together.....

Sirius (to Remus): You taught me that a man can rule his emotions, but i can't. I can't help, that i love you more than i've loved anything in my entire life.

Oh, my Wolfstar heart. <3

the first wizarding war: Regulus Arcturus Black’s death, 1979

To the Dark Lord. I know I will be dead long before you read this, but I want you to know it was I who discovered your secret. I have stolen the real horcrux and intend to destroy it as soon as I can. 

Remus likes to read books and climb fences.

He likes to wander off into different worlds where he can be a bystander. Where he can observe and judge and love and feel rage and hate and sob about the rise and fall of glorious empires, or insignificant beggers. He can see how wounds are ripped and tended to, can feel them bleed and ooze and the itching of them healing back together without - for a change - having to leave the safety of whatever warm and dry place he settled into while crawling in between musty old pages full of possibilities.  It’s nice to breathe and let others be ripped apart sometimes. 

But then James wonders about that muggle game called Bowling and Remus wonders how his Prefect status can help to get them into Slughorns’ cauldron cabinet for a tournament that Lily will win. And during too hot summer nights, when they all crave sweetness after a long day of fooling around, skin sunburned, feet blistered, he jumps the fences of an orchard without second-guessing, all long legs, strong arms and holds out a hand for Pete and Sirius, joking about the absence of their growing-spurts while James smashes into the soft grass face first beside them and Lily howls so loud with laughter that he’s sure they will get caught and he is prepared to run until his lungs are burning but they aren’t and he later kisses the sweet taste of cherries from the corner of Sirius’ mouth and muses that bliss can grow on trees after all. 

And back at school, only a few will realize that the bookish demeanor of the quiet boy, the perfect, the one who never serves detention is actually an act of climbing fences because Remus refuses to bend, to accept the consolation prize of a life in multicoloured poverty that awaits those who are haunted by Lycanthropy. The moon steals his days by pulling at his bones and for that, he fills his weeks to the brim with work, making sure to have every extra chance possible for when the time comes to leave this castle. 

“Oh,” he mutters as he’s about to pass out after a 16 hour day, leaned against James’ shoulder, “I figured out the problem… you know… hexing the bloody pumpkins…?” 

“It’s alright Moons,” Sirius softly assures him, pulling his legs into his lap while James carefully places Remus’ head in his own. 

“Yeah, the pumpkins can wait till tomorrow,” James mutters while Peter starts looking for a blanket.