Breeistired - Bree

*Me and my parent issues.*

THANK YOU FOR THIS. IM GOING TO MAKING SCENARIOS ABOUT THIS 24/7

I LOVE YOU

The life as Wolfstar’s kid would include:

Sirius giving you star/moon hair clips

Remus making you hot chocolates

Sirius playing fetch w/you as Padfoot when you’re bored or upset.

BOOKS. SO MANY BOOKS.

Hearing bedtime stories from when they were at Hogwarts

Getting to go to Hogwarts once a year with Remus until you’re old enough to actually frequent the school

Staying at Uncle Prongs’ and Uncle Reggie’s place for a sleep over with Harry

Being the smartest kid EVERYWHERE

Have a deep connection with space for some reason, *cough* Regs fault *cough* what? Huh? Who said that?

Being a caffeine addicted at the age of fifteen

Born to be the artist, raised to be the muse (but in the best way possible)

Being adored and respected by your parents (they are the best I swear)

“That’s Professor Lupin’s kid”

Being the sassies child that has ever roamed the earth

Believing 100% in astrology because Sirius said so

Learning French before English and then Spanish (Harry’s influence)

Stealing the invisibility cloak with Harry and Luna and using it to sneak around and steal sweets

Reading books on magical creatures and becoming hyper-fixated on one of them (bonus points is it’s a werewolf) (no seriously they are actually so cool)

Having IMMACULATE style

A misunderstood genius (Regulus words)

Having Sirius looks, Remus’s brains, James’s personality and Regulus’s sass.

Being a David Bowie and Queen stan

Poet to your very core

Biggest ego in the planet (you have Sirius as a father and James and Marlene as your aunt/uncle. Everyone is doomed)

Sweetest soul, but god forbid anyone angers you

Arctic Monkeys coded

This is all I have (for now)

Vampire

My lips are filled with blood

And I want to kiss you

The kiss is a tragedy I love

I want to feel your virgin lips on mine

The lips I crave are pure

But you don’t want to kiss me

Because I am dirty

I lick my lips trying to soak the blood up

But you don’t care

I’m trying to be someone I’m not

I’m trying to be clean

But you don’t care you want clean lips

I continue to wipe away the blood I once loved

You push me away and say I don’t like your past

Please just one kiss, one kiss

You shake your head and scream when I get close

I walk away looking in the mirror asking why I was born with blood

I wanted to be pure

Pure, sweet, angelic, and full of viridity

I prayed to the gods above, asking to be pure like you

I had to paint my lips with holy water to kiss you

You told me you wanted to runaway

Why love? Why?

You pointed at me and my bloody body

I screamed and begged at your feet to not leave me

It is not my fault I am bloody

They made me like this

My lips covered in curses I did not wish to have

My hands covered in blood that was not mine

I scream at you please don’t leave me like the dog I am

You walk away and tell me to wash up

Please stay

Stay with me, I’ll bathe in sunlight and holy water to be with you love

That wasn’t enough

I smear blood onto my thighs

You yell at me to clean myself up

Can you clean me up?

Can you?

I don’t know how

Nobody had ever taught me how to be pure and sweet

I was only taught how to crave blood

I was only taught how to be weapon

Please Angel, let me be

You shout and walk away

The moment you leave me

I find a new fresh blood patch on my heart

Why couldn’t I be pure like you?

I am tired of being solivagant

You were my hit of kalopsia

I could only kiss you if I dipped my hands and lips in holy water

And yet you still called me disgusting

My love, my angel

You are too sweet for me

- a poem made by me.

But why is this Jegulus vampire au coded.

Someone Worte that he could not stand to see the Palestine flag anymore.

Sorry, but not sorry

Reblog daily

Free Palestine

I am not done yet

Only way to stop seeing this flag is when the oppression is over.

So you are tiered of this? you can end it, stop supporting Zionism!

READ-A-THON WEDNESDAY IS BACK. SHOULD I MAKE A TIKTOK ABOUT IT? PLS TELL ME. OKAY I LOVE YOU

(Look at pinned if you do not know what readathon Wednesday is.)

"Calling you by the devils daughter. You scream and fight. I'm not like him. But you know deep down The blood you bleed is his”

-Bree Murillo