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anisespice · 15 days

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thinking of possessive!haitani brothers who’d only let those who can beat them in a fight shoot their shot with you.

Despite many suitors that waltzed into your life claiming they were better company, it always ended the same way—broken bones and broken egos. Tonight was no different as lucky number seven tried it while you were topping off your drink. Either of them would’ve done it for you no problem, but where was the fun in that? Especially with the shitload of looks you got during your walk from their section to the bar. Only a matter of seconds before some sorry sucker became the brothers’ entertainment for the night.

“Oi. Twelve o’clock.” Rindou nudged his older half, jutting his chin in the direction of the prowling gigachad. “Get a load of this guy.”

Ran sized up the guy from over the rim of his glass. Good physique, clean shaven, styled like some haughty movie star, straight teeth and flashy jewelry to subtly showcase how fat his wallet is, no doubt. This one could be considered a worthy opponent, someone they could take their time toying with when they eventually swoop in to shut him down.

He snorted, setting down his drink. “What’s our move?”

Rindou clicked his tongue, tilting his head. “Give it a good three minutes, tops. Let him butter her up, pay for her drink maybe. If she’s not feeling him, make our appearance and take the bastard out back.”

“Hm,” Ran hummed, nodding. Then, his grin turned sharp. “And if she is feeling him?”

They both watched intently as you giggled away at whatever the guy just whispered in your ear, playfully shoving his shoulder while he flashed you an award-winning smile. The two brothers clenched their jaws at the display, that familiar venomous feeling bubbling in the pit of their stomachs and clawing up their chests. Ran appeared unbothered, aside from the unreasonably strong grip around his glass, while Rindou wore his irritation out on his sleeve—Furrowed brows, curled upper lip, stiffened shoulders that shook with adrenaline—They were pissed. And they were thrilled.

Rindou cracked his neck. “We make her watch.”

Even though they were certain you’d be upset having to witness another violent display of their devotion, it would surely pass. This was merely a reminder that no one could take better care of you than they could. It was a necessary evil, something they knew riled you up in the best way—Why else would you continue entertaining these bozos, right in front of them?

Ran nodded once more, releasing the glass that now sported a small crack on the side. “Couldn’t agree more, otouto.”

#🍁wasabi #POSSESSIVE TR IS HOT #*bangs gavel*#tokyorev #tokyo revengers #tokyorev x reader #ran haitani #rindou haitani #haitani brothers #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo rev #tokyo rev x reader #ran x reader #rindou x reader

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haveyoumetmythief · 2 years

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I gotta go ahead and charge every single medieval Pope with blasphemy

#bangs gavel #catholicism #catholic tumblr #autobiography

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ourlittlesecretokay · 2 years

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is Arson neutered

Oh my god. It hadn't occured to be that he wouldnt be. But.... What if........ Kittens

Smokey, Ash, and Cinder

#bangs gavel #it's canon now

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emlovessid · 3 months

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@wolfstarmicrofic january 24, simple, 200 words

They’re lying side by side on Remus’ bed, when Remus says with a laugh, “You reckon James and Pete got caught?”

Before Sirius has a chance to answer, Remus lifts himself up onto his elbows, leaning over Sirius to pick up the map on his bedside table. Sirius isn’t sure what comes over him, but Remus’ face is right there, hovering over him, and it’s all too simple for him to tilt his chin up and press a soft kiss to Remus’ jaw.

They both freeze at the same time as the shock of what he’s just done hits him. It’s not until Remus pulls back his arm and settles back on his pillow beside him that Sirius allows himself to breathe.

“I – um. Sorry, I didn’t mean to make that weird,” Sirius says, eyes fixed on the curtains above their heads.

He’s surprised by the feeling of Remus’ fingers against his chin, turning Sirius’ face towards him. He’s even more surprised when, fingers holding him in place, Remus leans forward to press their lips together.

And suddenly it all makes sense – the way Sirius craves his touch, seeks it out – because nothing has ever felt as right as this.

#saw a tiktok and was like *bangs gavel* wolfstar #wolfstar #wolfstar fic #marauders #sometimes i write things

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markantonys · 7 months

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#wotedit #wot #wot on prime #the wheel of time #aviendha #elayne trakand #rand al'thor #avirandlayne #wot book spoilers #wot show spoilers #mine #SUNS ARE FOR AVIRANDLAYNE [bangs gavel]#i can't tell you how much it bothers me that avi's gif has no text jdkfg but she doesn't have a sun-related title #and i couldn't not include rand and elayne's!

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juniper-clan · 2 months

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Okay, so I am BACK with Moon Phases. Fun facts that are just trivia but if you or anyone cares, here they are! Moon 2 (April) we see a full moon when Heron sees the kittypet, which means that night specifically was April 22 1701

The Gathering in September would be the 17th.

There was a Lunar Eclipse February 22 1701 (Moon 0) that would've been visible to them.

Ages: Heronstar is 19, Longstrike would be 14, Heronpaw is 8 (obvs).

As for birthdays, starting March 1st seems appropriate for 1) ease 2) it was the half-moon which is normally the healer meeting. This also means something interesting! February that month just missed being a full month by moon cycle, with the previous half moon that follows the full moon being January 31! So off to a wonderful and weird start when it comes to ages.

So, using the half-moon and pretending they both turned exactly 7 Moons old (Heron) and 2 Moons old (Long) for the sake of this.

Longstrike would've been born December 3. If you want to make that his birthday is up to you, I'm not gonna assign your characters a birthday, but he'd be a December baby.

Heronstar would be July 9th! Once again, your comic, your characters, your rules, so if anyone sees this ask, Unless Jade Says So those are not Official Dates. Fun trivia, there was a blue moon that month, on July 30th.

Slickpaw is being assigned half-moon baby as well for the sake of my sanity, which is already questionable at this point. He would be August 26th, which supports his claim to a lack of food, as a month later was the gathering where Howlstar announced that her Clan was starving and would now kill trespassers. [Also instead makes him the month Long and Heron fought after she saw the kittypet at the border]

For Drama, the gathering would've been March 14th, and the April Gathering with be April 12th, for when Howlstar might ask if anyone knows where that apprentice ran to

-Heron Anon (I am absolutely that in front of the pinboard meme)

This is you.

(Also this is amazing and this is all canon now. I don't make the rules history makes the rules)

#wow #I need this moon chart or calendar #I'm in awe #ITS CANON -bangs my gavel-#jcasks #jclore

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cinnamontoastcrunch-15 · 3 months

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HI I'm so sorry I vanished, I've had an absolutely MAD few weeks and I'm still going to be insanely busy over the next few months, but now that I have a free moment, have this oneshot I wrote at 2am a few days ago! I'm wrapping up a few chapters of my wips that'll be out soon too!!

It's not the most descriptive thing, but I'm playing around with the concept of turning this into a six chapter thing, so this is more me testing the waters lol

For a while, it's just a cough.

Sirius has noticed the hacking cough developing over three weeks, but he doesn't think too much of it. Why would he? Remus downplays everything that happens to him, and anytime Sirius brings up getting it checked out, he's just waved off with a small, gentle smile.

It's only when he passes out that Sirius gets him to do something about it.

He's just gotten out of the bloody hospital wing after the full, and although it's not exactly normal for Remus to be this... shaky, they all just think it's that. As they walk, Sirius can't handle watching Remus struggling with his bag.

"Right, hand it over," Sirius says simply, stopping. Remus stops with him, James and Peter moving a little more before they turn back too.

"Hm? What?"

"Your bag. Hand it over."

"I'm fine, it's fine," He tries to dismiss it, coughing once, but Sirius isn't having it this time.

"Moony, you look like you're about to keel over. You don't get a say in it."

Remus rolls his eyes, but he's quite clearly biting back a smile as he pulls his bag off his back and hands it to Sirius, who slings it over his free shoulder without hesitation. They both go to keep walking, when Remus is hit with a coughing fit. He stops again, hands still jittering as he uses the back of it to try and stifle it.

"Hey, d'you need water?" Sirius asks, going to open and rifle through Remus' bag, but Remus just shakes his head.

"I- I can't- can't-"

Sirius doesn't need him to fill in the blanks. He can see the panic, the paling of his face.

Remus can't breathe.

"Shit, right, come on." Without thinking, he wraps an arm firmly around Remus' waist and pulls him as quickly as he can to the hospital wing. "Madame Pomfrey?!"

She appears in less than a second as Sirius sits Remus down onto the bed. Remus can't exactly complain, resting both forearms against his thighs and dropping his head down as he struggles for breath. Forcing himself not to panic, Sirius reaches out and claps Remus on the back a few times. It seems to work, dislodging something enough to give Remus a breath, but not to free it from his windpipe altogether.

Still, relief courses through him as Remus finally starts taking heaving breaths, and Sirius opts for moving his hand in a gentle circle over Remus' back. Madame Pomfrey crouches in front of Remus, taking hold of both of his shoulders and pushing him upright. Breathing seems to come a little easier for him then, as Madame Pomfrey watches him carefully.

"You're staying here overnight, at the very least."

"Why?" Remus asks with a frown. "I'm fine. S'just a cough."

"That isn't just a cough," Poppy says carefully, pointedly. "It sounds like there's either some kind of blockage, or another serious issue. Either way, you need monitoring. You're staying, you are not allowed to refuse that."

"I'll go and grab you come food," Sirius says, moving his hand to squeeze Remus' shoulder before standing.

"M'not really hungry..." Remus admits. "I haven't been for a while, really."

"Moony, why haven't you said anything?" James asks, stunned. Remus just shrugs, unsure.

"You're still eating. I'll be back in a few minutes."

With that, he makes a beeline for the kitchens, lets the elves gives him enough wrapped food for a small feast, then heads straight back to the hospital wing. James and Peter are still there, Remus having conceded to sitting in the bed, Madame Pomfrey having checked him over carefully and is now leaving him alone with his friends. Sirius drops down into a seat and starts pulling the food out of his bag.

As they all eat in silence, Remus clearly trying to stifle his own coughing every now and then, there's an unspoken knowledge that Remus is probably going to be in the wing for a while. Still, Sirius at least expects Madame Pomfrey to have it figured out by the next day.

Instead, Remus just seems to get worse.

Three days pass, and Remus has gone from bad to awful, having coughing fits at least once an hour, and Sirius is barely leaving the hospital wing at this point. Every day sends him spiralling slightly more into his own anxiety, waiting until Remus has fallen asleep every night to let himself feel.

It's takes another two days for Madame Pomfrey to figure it out, and they're all there when she does. She emerges from her office, making her way over to the bed.

"I know what's happening," she starts simply. "Did you want me to tell you alone, or...?"

"No, it's fine," Remus says, "they can stay."

"You have Hanahaki Disease," she starts, confusing all four of them. Obviously she's expecting this, as she keeps talking. "It's incredibly rare, very few known cases. I had to get in contact with St. Mungo's to get real information about it. Essentially, it is a disease that causes red roses to develop in the patient's lungs."

"Roses?" Sirius asks, stunned.

"Sorry, I- I didn't tell you. I didn't want to freak any of you out." Sirius doesn't even have time to think about that part before Poppy continues.

"It is actually caused by love. Romantic love that the patient believes to be unrequited."

"Oh." That even throws Remus, whose eyes flick to his hands as he starts fidgeting with them over the covers.

Remus is in love.

That almost crushes Sirius.

Mostly because of the word unrequited. It means that any hope he had of Remus ever liking him back flies down the drain.

He doesn't let himself process those emotions, quashing them to focus on Remus. There's no fucking time to wallow.

"There are actually two treatments for this," Poppy says, taking the book from under her arm, titled 'Mysterious Magical Ailments', pulled it open to a bookmarked page and started to read from it. "The patient should initially attempt to confess their emotions to said object of their affections, due to the possibility of the love not truly being unrequited. Reciprocated love is the simplest solution to Hanahaki Disease.

"If this is not successful, the base of the roses can be removed magically. However, this only has a seventy percent success rate. Also, the patient's romantic feelings for the object of their affection will go, and many patients are unlikely to feel romantic attraction again." She closes the book and watches Remus carefully. Remus glances up, eyes meeting Poppy's decisively.

"Remove it."

"Moony, wait. Don't you think you should at least try the other one first?" James pipes up quickly, carefully. "You never know, she could feel the same and, even if she doesn't, you'll get the feelings taken anyway, right? It's worth a shot."

"He doesn't. I'm sure he doesn't. He has no reason to," Remus snaps quickly, devolving into another coughing fit. Sirius doesn't hesitate in doing the same thing he has done every time since he first went to the hospital wing, as Remus leans forward and Sirius reaches out to tap his back, to dislodge the flower in his throat. Poppy pulls her wand put with her free hand, ready, but she doesn't need it. Nobody even has time to acknowledge Remus' revelation, but Poppy steps in the moment the coughing stops.

"I'll have to bring someone in, as it is a procedure I've never carried out before, and it has fairly high risks attached to it. I can get in contact with the same healer from St. Mungo's, she should be happy to perform it."

The healer agrees.

She offers to arrive in two days to resolve the problem. That gives Sirius a lot of time to think.

Firstly, Remus is gay. Sirius could actually have been in with a chance, if he wasn't in love with someone else. Also the fact that he's so adamant that the mystery guy doesn't love him back. Remus doesn't seem to understand just how incredible he is. How much he can brighten someone's day. He's doing everything in his power to avoid telling this person, and it's really bloody confusing to Sirius.

Even Remus starts to second guess it, that evening.

Poppy has accepted that Sirius isn't leaving, and he's nodding off in the chair beside the bed when Remus' quiet voice pipes up.

"Hey, Padfoot? You awake?"

Sirius opens his eyes and lifts his head, offering Remus a smile through the increasing darkness.

"You okay?"

"I was just... is James right?" He asks quickly, eyes meeting Sirius' anxiously. "Is it worth telling him, even if it's just so it's off my chest before I get the roses removed?" Sirius shrugs.

"Yeah, I think so," He says honestly. Remus asked for his opinion, so that's what he's getting, even if it's slightly upsetting Sirius to say. "If he doesn't feel the same way, surely it's worth him knowing. You never know, and it won't mean anything if it goes wrong." Remus nods to himself, glancing down and, for a moment, Sirius thinks he's done with the conversation.

"What if it ruins our friendship?" He asks in a rush. "What if he can never let go of the fact that I literally almost died because I'm in love with him?"

"Then he can go fuck himself," Sirius answers bluntly, clearly throwing Remus.

"Sirius!"

"No, I mean it!" He's bloody frustrated now. "If this mystery guy is uncomfortable because of your feelings and an illness that you can't control, then fuck him! I can't imagine anyone not wanting to spend time with you, so if he really does care about you then he'll get the fuck over himself-"

"It's you, Sirius." Remus' voice is low, almost inaudible, but Sirius catches it. It actually stops him in his tracks, turning to face Remus as shock ripples through him. Remus keeps his eyes fixed firmly down, forcing the rest of his words out. "I'm in love with you. Have been for a while, actually. I know there's no world where you'd ever feel the same way, but I'm getting it sorted, so-"

"You love me?" Sirius asks breathlessly. Nothing feels real, thousands of questions racing in his head.

Mostly the fact that Remus' feelings aren't unrequited.

Sirius has been in love with Remus for years. At this point, it feels as normal as breathing. So how the fuck has Remus got Hanahaki Disease?

As Remus nods, face flushing a deep red, Madame Pomfrey's words come flying back to him.

"Romantic love that the patient believes to be unrequited," he whispers to himself, everything finally clicking.

"I'm really sorry Sirius, I never meant for it to- to do this, I just- I don't know. I'm really sorry," Remus is rambling, and Sirius just can't take it anymore.

With a new resolve and years of unexpressed feelings, Sirius stands, leans in and connects their lips. Only for half a second, pulling away to gauge Remus' reaction. His expression seems to match what Sirius' own must have been a few seconds before. Nothing but shock sitting there.

"...Remus? You okay?" Sirius asks gently, watching him carefully.

"You don't... you can't..." Remus can't quite get through the sentence, stifling a cough as Sirius decides to fill in the blanks for him.

"I love you, Moony. Christ, it feels like I've loved you forever." Remus opens his mouth to protest, but Sirius isn't done yet. Remus needs to know just how important he is. "If you need me to tell you that every single day for the rest of your life then I will. You mean everything to me." Carefully, he sits on the side of the bed and waits with bated breath.

He watches as Remus' eyes dart across his face, seemingly searching for an ounce of truth. Then, before Sirius has a change to register what's going on, Remus has pulled him back in, lips meeting in a much more urgent kiss.

Still, Sirius isn't complaining.

He lets one hand rest across Remus' cheek, the other finding one of his. For someone who is essentially on his deathbed, he's a bloody fervent kisser. Something in the back of Sirius' mind is reminding him that the only thing separating the two of them from the outside world is a curtain that could be pulled back at any time, but it doesn't really matter to him. All that matters is Remus in front of him, real and there and his.

After what could be a few minutes, could be an hour, they both break away, Remus scarily out of breath. Yeah, he's still unwell, they both kind of forgot. Still, it doesn't stop a smile making its way onto Remus' face.

"Okay, yeah, I believe you."

"I think it's safe to say that you're free to go, Remus!" Madame Pomfrey says brightly, sending relief through Sirius. Remus has done nothing but improve, but it's still amazing to hear Madame Pomfrey confirm it.

He turns to Remus, whose hand is in his, and shoots him a gentle smile. A fucking gorgeous blush makes its way across Remus' face, sending a jolt through his stomach.

God, he loves Remus.

Thank fuck he didn't get the flowers removed.

#is it obvious i'm sleep deprived rn #i saw the words hanahaki disease and went *bangs gavel* wolfstar #wolfstar #sirius black #wolfstar oneshot #marauders #remus lupin #remus x sirius #young marauders #moony x padfoot #atyd marauders #marauders oneshot

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tricorderreading · 6 months

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Star Trek IV: The Voyage Home

I fixed some wording...

#original text says 'retreived his son'#star trek #books #tos #the original series #kirk #spirk #sarek #exerpt #star trek tos #the voyage home #tvh #movie novelization #*banging gavel* MAKE IT GAYER MMAKE IT GAYER

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thatswhatsushesaid · 1 year

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does everyone remember just how gay the xiyao box scene really is in ep. 4 of CQL? pepperidge farm wei wuxian remembers.

(pls forgive the grey spot, that's my ipad mouse cursor and I was too enthusiastic in my screencapping to wait for it to gtfo the way)

skipping over the awful commentary provided by jiang sect students 1 & 2 who no one remembers because they are irrelevant aside from being mouthpieces for shitty cultivation society, let us take a moment to appreciate and respect poor meng yao doing his absolute best to keep it together.

and then zewu-jun arrives to greet him, and smiles at him like that. 👆

and then meng yao looks up at him, like that. and zewu-jun looks back at him, like that. 👆🥹👆

so then zewu-jun goes to take the box from him, which might as well qualify as going straight to first base in the cloud recesses,

and I completely fucking forgot that the camera pans straight to wwx?? who was sort of paying attention to this drama beforehand, but now he's really paying attention to it, and then--

listen I just do not believe for a second that /gestures @ that whole face journey, has anything to do with the pot that meng yao and nie huaisang brought with them from qinghe, okay, wei wuxian does not care about the pot, and neither does the rest of the narrative framing of this scene. you know what he's looking at. we know what he's looking at. the pot of plausible deniability is there to appease the censors.

and no one else! was looking at the pot either!!! (no, not even huaisang in the last frame, you know he knows what's happening) there's no good reason for the physical contact beneath that box! meng yao is super aware of this!

my kingdom for the capability to make gifsets because the screencaps don't do justice to meng yao's startled (but also a bit coy, since only lan xichen is paying attention to his face at this point, and he's clearly into it, even if it was extremely unexpected) eyebrow bounce at whatever all of that just was. or lan xichen's mischievous little smile at all of the wall of discipline rules he's well aware he just bent within a hair's breadth of breaking, but he has zero remorse for doing so because it was for a very good cause.

anyway, my condolences to both meng yao and lan xichen for not immediately ditching all of their obligations and responsibilities after this encounter to go fuck passionately in the hanshi, because that's what they both clearly wanted to do.

#xiyao #cql #the untamed #meng yao #jin guangyao #lan xichen #he did crimes??? good for him 😌#flute solo 🎶#bangs gavel it's canon fight me

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