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coming back to this to add: i've got another one- (21M) with npd (narcissistic personality disorder) and again, i'd love tips on how to portray it correctly.
hey ! i'm a writer, and i'm writing someone with ptsd (37F - war trauma) and someone with bipolar disorder (21F). i don't have either of these (probably), but i would like to write them with as much grace as possible. if anyone who has these disorders (or just has an extensive knowledge on them) is willing to give me tips on how to portray it correctly, that would be amazing.
hey ! i'm a writer, and i'm writing someone with ptsd (37F - war trauma) and someone with bipolar disorder (21F). i don't have either of these (probably), but i would like to write them with as much grace as possible. if anyone who has these disorders (or just has an extensive knowledge on them) is willing to give me tips on how to portray it correctly, that would be amazing.
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fanart of Finnish Miku/Suomiku design by Doodlelot with a piece of Mustikkapiirakka (Finnish Blueberry Pie)
oppossums !!!!!
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MUTUALS!!!
FAV ANIMAL. GO!!!!
Mine are crows and other corvids <3
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hey I see you post about reality shifting a lot um
what’s reality shifting? /genq
haigh !!! sorry i havent been online for a few days we've got no power reality shifting stems from the belief that there are infinite realities, therefore anything is possible if you shift your consciousness into another version of you !!!
this is the shortest way for me to explain it-- if you want anymore information i'd LOVELOVELOVE to share.
sirius definitely does that thing of driving with one hand on the wheel and the other one on remus' thigh
i think remus lupin should do a gay kiss
FUCK NOT YET
mrow??
You suddenly switch bodies with your icon. On a scale of 1 to 10, (10 being the highest value) how well are you coping with that change?
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i'm eepy and my mental stability is made of paper
USERNAME LORE GIVE IT TO ME NOW YOU ALL
remus writes for fanfiction.net, barty writes jeff the killer x readers on quotev
The difference between Sirius and Regulus is that Sirius writes for Wattpad, and Regulus for AO3
lyall flipped a page of his book (the lord of the rings — the hobbit, obviously; it had been remus’ favourite book when he was little, he used to read it to him), sitting on the old, worn out armchair.
remus had asked him, in his last letter, not to come to king’s cross to pick him up, and instead let him apparate back home. lyall had, reluctantly, agreed, yet his heart felt a twinge of sadness when he wrote the letter back; remus was growing older, undoubtedly. he didn’t need them anymore. but the prospect of him splinching himself to wales hadn’t been exactly exhilarating. however, he decided to give his son the chance to… he didn’t even know. he missed remus.
his thoughts were interrupted by hearing the door open and seeing his son enter their cottage, carrying his shabby suitcase in one hand. remus seemed to have grown considerably over the school year, making him appear gangly and unsure into his body. he was also in dire need of a haircut; his mother, hope, would surely take care of that later. (lyall almost chuckled, already hearing her voice: “cariad, do wizards not have scissors?”)
remus looked almost exactly like his father. the same curls, the same hooked nose, the same dropped eyes, rimmed with long eyelashes, the same crooked teeth. however, lyall knew better; his son had his mother’s warm smile, the same dimples in their cheeks, the same mischievous glance.
as if he could read his father’s thoughts, he put his arms to his side. “intact,” he said, rather awkwardly. “i didn’t splinch myself; apparition classes seem to have been a success.”
“i knew you wouldn’t,” lyall lied, licking his fingers before flipping the page, as his son made his way into the kitchen.
he sat down on the couch, and saffron, their ginger cat, considered that to be the perfect opportunity to jump next to her owner and start kneading against his thigh.
they sat in silence for a while; a father, pretending to read, and his son, looking at the pictures on the shelf above the fireplace and obviously engulfed in his thoughts, yet lyall didn’t ask what he was thinking about.
finally, he put his book down. “did i ever tell you about how your mother and i met?”
remus’ lips were parted by a small chuckle. “yes, about a billion times.”
“well,” he said, clasping his hands together. “you know, son, the first time I met your mother, it was quite the adventure. she was out for a walk through a forest when she stumbled upon a boggart — and i’m not going to explain to you what that is, because considering your OWL results, i can very well tell you know.. for her, it turned into a large, terrifying man. i don’t know who it was supposed to be. you mother was frightened, she screamed; i, being nearby, rushed over and with a quick wave of my wand, turned it into a little mushroom.”
“what a hero,” remus chuckled, pulling his longs legs up his chest.”
“i made sure she got home safely, and well, that was the beginning of something special. a few months later, i told her that the boggart posed no danger at all, but by then, we had already fallen in love. not long after, i asked her to marry me, and she said yes. we got married about a hear before you were born, and your mother, with her wicked sense of humor, decided we should have…
“the boggart-shapper topper,” remus finished, grinning. “classic ma.”
“then, as you know, or well, don’t, since you were just born,” lyall continued, (remus snorted) “on march the tenth, the following year, you came into our lives, and our little family was complete.”
his son chuckled, kicking his feet up on the couch. he chewed on his lip. “what’re you reading?”
“the hobbit,” he answered. “i had a bout of nostalgia. you’ve grown up so quicky; it feels like you’re not my little boy anymore.”
he saw remus’ adam apple bob up and down as he swallowed.
“i mean, look at you. your mum’s got to stand on her tiptoes to kiss you, and i know she’s not the tallest woman, but she had to bend down to be able to hold your little hand once. and you could fit between my arms, remus, with your head on my chest when i read to you. you used to be so little, and in a few months you won’t even be living with us anymore. you’re of bloody age,” he let out an airy laugh, “now.”
lyall didn’t know when remus had stood up and was behind him, his arms wrapped around his dad’s shoulders. “i’m still your son,” he said, his voice as small as it used to be when he was little.
“i know,” he reached out awkwardly and patted remus’ shoulder, ignoring the sniff he heard remus let out. “you’re always gonna be our son, cariad.”
me teaching my pet vampire how to adapt to human society
cackles in marauders fan
name them. now.
CLAPS HANDS TOGETHER HELLO !!!!!!!!!
oh my god??? marauders shifter named gray??? long lost sibling fuckin found ig
GIGGLING ANOTHER GRAYYYY LITERALLY FOLLOWED IMMEDIATELY
okay fuck you jegulus is growing on me