Todd Anderson Is A Remus Lupin Variant

Batfamily - 530*160

Artist : Lan.C

i propose a new category: canon denial.

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the black brothers gossip. 100%. and when they do james and remus just watch in awe, because the conversation goes from english to rapid-fire frenglish and they aren’t even sure sirius and regulus are breathing, and the brothers get so loud the whole common room watches them like a tense quidditch match because they think they’re arguing, when in reality, they’re shittalking about dumbass gilderoy lockheart

Ah, yes. My favorite Reality tv show! Dead Poets Society!

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this scene but it’s reality tv

i lied. put your clothes back on. we're going to watch dead poets society while i psychoanalyse every character and express my thoughts after every scene cut.

Todd: It's rather aerodynamic, isn't it?

Todd *yeets Mr. Perry off a bridge*

i wonder who

in the morning hours, when dawn stretches like silvery fabric, todd sometimes sees neil.

he opens his eyes as little as he can, just a crack to let the light in, and suddenly the other bed isn't empty, stripped bare to the mattress- there's a figure on it, wrapped in blankets, still sleeping, chest rising and falling. gloriously, wondrously alive.

in the afternoon, when the sunlight is rich and golden like buttered popcorn, todd sometimes sees neil.

he feels it before he can see him - the sudden sensation in the back of his neck that there's someone in the room with him. he doesn't turn his head, just glances in the direction of their window (theirs), and he can see the blurry figure of neil looking at his script, muttering lines under his breath. his breath that fills the room with the scent of chestnuts and living.

in the evening, when shadows creep over the floorboards like crocodiles in deep water, todd sometimes sees neil.

he's sitting in bed, reading, a lumpy pillow in his back, and suddenly he realises that neil is standing in front of the door, facing him with an unreadable expression. his hand is on the doorknob, he's ready to leave, but the green of his jumper says he'll come back.

in the weeks after neil's death, todd sometimes sees neil.

it's always short, and bittersweet, and todd knows it's not real, he's not crazy. he whispers neil's name and that's enough to make him leave, and todd sits there with an empty bed, an empty window, an empty space in front of their door.

neil is gone, but he's all around, and sometimes it makes todd smile the whole day, a warm fire in his chest, and sometimes it makes him cry and scream at the emptiness in his room. life goes on.