karkaroff:

Actors are pretty liars, I say as I paint my lips and get into costume, and that is why I’ve been lying to you this whole time.

Even though I never told you that except in my mind, because I am still a liar.

Untruths untangle themselves from the mess of my mind and create a barricade to my heart, and you shattered it through like a clean stroke from a lightsaber. The swift slice of your silence as you didn’t call, didn’t text, and I forgot to pick up the phone. Haven’t we always been like this? Haven’t our eyes, blue with brutality, always shattered each other’s souls?

But we are art, and art makes you feel something. And that is why words are still dripping from my pen even when our relationship has lost blood like a pen loses ink. Losing, losing, lost.

In my mind, you are probably both meaner and kinder than you really are. You say you like my singing voice, over and over, a broken record, as sleep slips from my fingertips. Your shoulder is where my head goes when the thoughts inside it are too heavy to hold without support, your laughter light when the day ends in darkness and I need to see.

The truth is that you are human, and you burn cold like the stars while your fingers burn hot from drawing, sketching mango-shaped heads and dazzling eyes that are too pretty to be human.

(like you, that one time the classroom lights were dim and you was a galaxy and I felt something like the possibility of a kiss for less than a second)

But I am an actor. I live in untruths and pretty lies, and the fact that you might miss me is nothing more than closed curtains before a show begins. I see nothing but a lie, and I see nothing but your eyes when I miss you and your warm arms around my shoulder in the shape of friendship.

I am an actor, and I keep playing this role in my mind long after the show has closed.

– i don’t want to miss you II @bookwrms

karkaroff:

• (because he never died. What’s canon? Hahahahahahaha, you all live in a very sad AU. Poor world where the Marauders are dead.)
• Sirius refuses to believe he’s aging.
  
• He’s honestly a little scared of it, because everyone else in his family got even worse the older they got. Most of the time he ignores it, because he doesn’t FEEL old. Still, he kind of looks towards his birthdays with dread and revulsion even though he knows he’s not like the rest of his family.
• It once got to the point where he invented a lie that he was five years younger than James. “Well, how did you go to Hogwarts at the same time?” “I was just too fabulous not to be let in early.”
• Even though he knows the exact number of days that he is older than James and constantly lords it over him, so no one believed the lie.
• He’s obsessed with his hair, and his hair routine in the morning takes 45 minutes. It drives Remus insane.
• Because they’re married, of course.
• They got married a little later in life than Jily, when they both felt ready enough to be with the loves of their lives forever.
• James was Sirius’ best man, and Peter was Remus’. Lily was both of their second best man, because they fought over whose best man she got to be until she threw her hands up in the air and forced them to compromise.
• Sirius has a HUGE motorcycle collection. Half of them are motorcycles that he’s never going to fix but keeps trying.
• His main excuse for it not being fixed is “his back”, but he knows his back is perfectly fine, thank you. He just isn’t good with fixing things.
• One of his favorite things to do with his grandkids is to take them places where they’ll have “experiences”. 
• He doesn’t like material gifts a lot, whether they’re given to him or he’s giving them. 
• Sometimes that means taking them to his work as an auror, because he most definitely hasn’t retired yet. Sometimes that’s a trip to an amusement park, where he goes on all the tallest, scariest rollercoasters and pretend he’s scared so his grandkids can “protect him”. He always tries to suit the experiences to their tastes, give or take a motorcycle ride or two. 
• He does this for Harry and his own children as well, although Harry is “basically our child at this point”
• Sometimes he, James, and Lily have fights over who gets Harry for the night. James and Lily nearly always win because Remus and Sirius live super close to Hogwarts since both Remus and Harry work there, so they see each other a lot more often.
• He’s the grandfather (although he prefers “Granda”) who has a pool table and neon signs in the basement. That’s mainly because Remus wouldn’t let it upstairs, but it makes it much easier for his grandkids to hang out down there.
• He has a really big backyard that isn’t maintained at ALL except for Remus’ section of it, but that just makes it all the more fun when he transforms into a dog and gives all of the kids rides on his back. 
• Sirius is also really into travelling, unlike Remus, who prefers to stay in a comfortable place in case something happens. As a result, there are a lot of weekend trips on motorcycles between the two of them. 
• Every summer, they take one big trip someplace, just the two of them. They keep it a secret between themselves, although somehow the rest of the Marauders always end up finding out and visiting.
• Remus and Sirius have a lot of dates in Hogsmeade.
• He’s surprisingly a good cook. A good chunk of Hogwarts students come into the house from time to time just for tea with Sirius because he makes the best biscuits and is willing to share.
• He defines “badass granda” 100%.
• Sirius Black lives a fulfilling life as an older man and canon doesn’t exist.

(james)

karkaroff:

“The day I leave is two months before the day I’m found. It is summer, mosquito-thick Maryland weather and tears dropping on empty floors in the house I grew up in. And it is also autumn, where girls I once knew recognize my name as the golden haze of August ends and the rustle-crackle of the dead leaves begin. I spend weeks in my mother’s blue Subaru, speeding past the cornfields and skidding onto dirt roads. I spend days slipping away from people I used to talk to often, like sand through my fingers on a North Carolina beach I once used to visit. No one tells you that there’s a certain distance in miles that can’t be put into words. There is no more “see you tomorrow”. There are only time zones and online communication and voices I can still recognize but never hear. I lose the pieces of me I gave to other people. They’re not shattered, just missing. One I know is hidden in my old karate class, where I felt stronger than the weak fool I am. Another is tossed into my friend’s computer, where the videos I edited still remain unfinished. Another still is left on a middle school stage I’ll never return to, hiding in between props and too-full shelves. People tell me that they miss me and never pick up the phone. And that is when those pieces shatter, are swept under the bed by careless fingers and mindless actions. My friend meets another. “You know Anna?” “Yeah, I know her.” They tell me that I would like this teacher or that, that they wish I were there, and that they are forming bonds thanks to me. If I am an artist, I left marks all over these people. If I was a good artist, I would have done a better job that guaranteed I was there. But I am, but I’m not. And as autumn melts into winter, people find me in each other through a name or a shared memory. They are not missing anymore. I’ve left clues for them to find, maybe, to solve the mystery of themselves. I like to think that my brushstrokes, my artist’s pen, have created a path. A safe place. Maybe they’ll find me. I miss me. ”

— snapshot 1 II via @bookwrms

Chapters: 2/?
Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Percy Weasley & Oliver Wood, Penelope Clearwater/Percy Weasley
Characters: Percy Weasley, Penelope Clearwater, Oliver Wood, OC - Character, Ron Weasley, Marcus Flint, Harry Potter
Summary:

a plan or two, a quidditch game or three, and a trio:
a lost boy, a girl with too much mind and too little time, and the one who never gets what he wants.
(plus the one who keeps getting in the way)

(Clare @leejordah inspired me to actually post this with her amazing edit because SHE’S amazing)

But this is a Percy Weasley fic! It will be updated pretty consistently, considering the chapters I have left, and feel free to check it out if you’re interested at all in my writing or Percy and his class!

thank you so much anon! <3

title: ask me again tomorrow morning

pairing: cedric diggory x harry potter

summary: it wasn’t cedric’s fault that harry got hurt during the quidditch match. and it wasn’t harry’s fault that cedric was the victim of an “incident” in professor snape’s potions class. either way, they’re stuck in the hospital wing next to each other for the next few weeks.

excerpt: “hey harry?” 

the boy in question groaned. “yeah?”

“how are you feeling?”

cedric glanced out the window. the sun was beginning to set. “not as bad as i felt after i had the bones in my arm replaced second year. you?”

cedric smiled. “ask me again tomorrow morning.”

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ahhhhhh tysm Othilia ily!! also isk when you sent this but please sleep!

title: what do you tell the moon?

pairing: remus lupin x sirius black

summary: remus lupin leaves hogwarts every month for unknown reasons, while a boy who was named after stars writes and burns letters.

excerpt:  it was just the two of them, a crackling fire, and their sleeping friends.

“what do you want to talk about?”

“nothing….wait. where do you go every month?”

“oh. my mum is sick.”

“sometimes i wish mine was.”

“you don’t mean that.”

“i do.”

“is your mum who you write letters to?”

sirius laughed. “i don’t write letters anymore.”

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YOU’RE AN ANGEL I SENT YOU THE FAIRY LIGHTS AND CAR FIGHTS THANK YOU BONNIE

title: dancing souls

pairing: padma patil x luna lovegood

summary: welcome to the ballet studio, where padma patil is getting the chance to choreograph the ultimate duet between herself and the girl she fell in love with years ago: luna lovegood.

excerpt:  “so.” padma turned on the music, letting a few measures sound before turning it back off again. “this is, um, a love song that my sister composed. are you okay with that?” 

luna gave a radiant smile. padma liked the way she smiled, the way it softly lit up her eyes like they were fairy lights or candles. “why wouldn’t i be okay with that? i love love.”

and maybe, padma thought, her heart aching, one day you could love me too.

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