so many ppl on tiktok will be like ‘look at my epic style glow up omg my style used to be so cringe’ and it just shows them wearing clothes that were in fashion in 2015 and then clothes that are in fashion now like baby that’s what happens when u don’t have ur own sense of style
asexual wolfstar where sirius always gets bored during sex and remus always gets sleepy but they do it anyway because that’s just what you do, right? and then one day they lock eyes in the middle of it and have a ‘wait, do we even like sex?’ moment and realise that it’s actually the post-sex cuddling they look forward to, and they can just do the post-sex cuddling without the sex part…
So as an Indigenous person in Canada you have certain rights you're entitled to and no one anywhere knows what the fuck they are, so me being three weeks into fighting my ex-employer over taxes and losing my mind decided to deal with my emotions by projecting them onto fictional characters lol - this might be solely self-serving but I'm fine with that
Remus sighed and let his head thunk against his laptop. Sirius smiled around his coffee cup. "You finally die of boredom?"
"No. I'm being slowly killed by stupidity," Remus mumbled against the keyboard. He really need to clean it. The dust was much more visible from this close up.
"Whose stupidity?" Sirius asked and Remus missed the note of warning in his husbands voice. It was Sirius's 'I'll fuck over everyone who tries to harm those I love' tone.
"It's the HR rep from my last job again. I need her to change my tax forms. My times working doing travelling and doing care for the packs was supposed to be tax-free. First she wanted my werewolf registration card, which is stupid. No one needs my birth certificate to prove I have a pulse. It would be fraud for me to have lied about my status. But whatever, I'd send it if that's what it took to get this over with.
"So I offered to scan and send a copy of my registration card if it meant they'd redo them for me and she followed up providing me a T90 form where I can figure out my tax exempt income myself. Except, I can't because form T90 requested you input the value found in box 71 of your T4 so I looked that up and of course box 71 is the dollar amount of your income that is tax-exempt for 'werewolves working in a designation pack zone as required by their employer' but I don't have that number because that's the bloody fucking box I've been trying to get them to fill out this whole time.
"And like I did all of this months before I quit. I mean I should have expected it cause I quit because of racism and discrimination but I gave them a TD-W1 already. I did everything I'm supposed to do but they don't expect to ever hire a werewolf so why would they bother to teach their HR reps the forms to complete upon hiring one?"
Remus sighed. "I'm sorry Pads. I know you deal with me ranting and raving about prejudice enough as it is. It's just getting to me. I don't know how much more I can talk."
Remus was met with a long steely silence followed by a crack of apparition and he sat up to find that his husband had disappeared. Less than five minutes later there was another crack and Sirius somehow reappeared with the CEO of his former place of employment who was looking rather sheepish.
"Mr. Lupin," he said, extending his hand, "I've been made aware there have been some issues with your tax forms?"
"Issues of discrimination," Sirius said his voice dripping with contempt.
"As I've said to your husband, Harold's has a strict zero tolerance policy when it comes to discrimination in the workplace."
"And as I've told you Mr. Jameson, if that policy was properly enforced Remus wouldn't have experience mistreatment to the level that he had no choice to quit for his own wellbeing."
Mr. Jameson swallowed heavily, but ultimately decided to ignore Sirius. "Well, I wanted to let you know we were able to revise your T4 properly and I wanted to apologize and deliver it in person."
"Thank you," Remus said, voice trembling as he took the envelope from his hand.
"Of course. If there's anything else...?"
Remus couldn't help but feel smug as the CEO of this multi-billion dollar company turned to look at his husband for confirmation that he was allowed to leave, which Sirius provided in the form of a terse nod.
"You didn't have to do that," Remus said, hands shaking as he opened the form to see that finally, finally box 71 was filled out.
"It's not right. You shouldn't have to jump through eighty different hoops to get them to do something that's enshrined in law."
Remus looked down at his feet embarrassed. He knew Sirius was well aware that Remus often paid full price for pain potions and other required medication because most apothecaries 'didn't take that rewards program' when he asked them for the discount entitled to him as a registered werewolf. He just got so exhaustion of having to argue and fight with everyone all the time and then being seen as a nuisance for having to get the manager brought out. It always felt like everyone in the store was staring at him and that he was being difficult for asking them to meet his basic rights.
Sirius slowly stepped into Remus's space. "I did it again, didn't I?" Sirius knew he often had a habit of setting of the world on fire for those he loved and asking questions later, including whether or not the people he loved wanted him to light the world on fire for him.
"I - I don't know. I mean they should know they can't treat people like that but I can't help feeling like I'm being difficult. "
"Darling," Sirius said, gently placing his hands on Remus's arms, "you aren't being difficult for asking them to recognize the rights afforded to you as a werwolf. It took years of hard work and advocacy to see those enshrined in law. They can't just be ignored."
Remus felt his eyes start to water. "Sometimes I think you'd make a better werewolf than I would."
"Hey," Sirius said, tipping his head up to look in his eyes. "Don't say that. You do so much for your community."
"Then why did I quit? Yeah, they treated me terribly and I had to deal with discrimination daily, but it meant something to the packs I worked with to actually have someone who understood them representing them. How can what I done not be seen as turning my back on them?"
"Sweetheart, the best thing you can do for your community is to stay alive. You can't help anyone if you can't get out of bed anymore or if you're being traumatized on a daily basis."
Remus let himself fall into Sirius's arms. "I just want to exist," he said as the tears finally fell. "Is that too much to ask?"
And Sirius didn't know what to say to that because he knew that more often than not the way the world treated Remus showed him that yes, it was too much to ask, but Sirius knew he'd do whatever he could to show Remus that wasn't true.
Throw back to the time my therapist used the terms spirit animal in front of me and then blanched apologized for doing it ‘in front of me of all patients’ and then corrected themself to fursona at which point I didn’t have the energy to tell them how wrong it was and left the call before getting a very white guilty email
Spirit Animal is racist.
Patronus was invented by a transphobe.
I think it’s time we all suck it up and say what we mean: fursona.
This was very lovely to wake up to. It's completely legit, in the replies people posted videos and pictures of the 'walk for El Vaquita', the fake protest to get El Vaquita desperately needed medical attention.
The comments in the tweet lead to celebration of a another Chilean comrade doggo named Negro Matapacos. And this is exactly the kind of education I want this month.
For anyone else like me having a rough international women’s day because they are constantly being misgendered as something they aren’t, I see you. I feel you. You’re valid and you deserve to be recognized in language that feels right to you 💜
modern AU, no Voldemort, soulmate AU, Remus never went to Hogwarts, referenced domestic violence, infidelity, drunk sex, frottage, hair-pulling, blowjobs, anal sex
Remus and Sirius exchanged numbers during a writing class they were both taking, but because Sirius never texted Remus back, Remus was sure he didn’t want to be friends after all. What happens when Sirius suddenly calls Remus asking to stay the night, and why can’t he just go home?