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"Every other Saturday for the past seven or so months has gone the exact same way. It’s a part of Remus’s routine. His alarm goes off at quarter to seven which gives him fifteen minutes to stare at the ceiling and then five minutes to trudge to the bathroom and stand under the spray of the shower and brush his teeth before the four minute cycle of washing his body and hair and body again before staring himself in the mirror as he pulls back the shower curtain. That leaves with around forty minutes to eat some dry toast and think about coming up with an excuse for not visiting his aging mother the bare minimum of twice monthly. Except she’s not what one would traditionally consider aging, sixty-four is a far cry away from having one foot in the grave. But her mind is going quicker than Remus can process, like watching the fucking sand of the hourglass of her life slip between his fingers. And what kind of a horrible, useless son would he be if he didn’t at least make an effort to pocket some of it as memories and keep her company while he can. "
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17 Oct 2021
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Sirius is miserable at Grimmauld. Remus decides he’s done going on with everything like it's is fine without doing anything.
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15 Sep 2021
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nothing left (but some blood where the body fell) by orphan_account
Fandom Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
27 Mar 2022
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this countryside's burnin' with wolfmen fairies dressed in drag for homicide / they hit and run, plead sanctuary, 'neath the holy stone they hide / they're breakin' beams and crosses with a spastic's reelin' perfection / nuns run bald through Vatican halls pregnant, pleadin' immaculate conception / and everybody's wrecked on Main Street from drinking unholy blood / sticker smiles sweet as gunner breathes deep, his ankles caked in mud.
- lost in the flood, bruce springsteen
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13 Sep 2021
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The potters prepare to celebrate Samhain (Halloween). It’s 1981. the cat is a prominent character. It’s human it’s joyful and then it’s not.
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09 Sep 2021
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“We’re not in this place to be perfect, Peter,” James says to him, staring at the hovering moon, smoke clouding in front of his face. “We just have to be, in the way we think we ought to.”
“I don’t think I do a very good job of that,” Peter says.
James looks at him, then looks away. “None of us do,” he says. “We all care the most about the things that don’t really matter in the end. What matters is us. Just us. We’re all fucked in the head, and a bit brash, but we wouldn’t be us if we weren’t. We wouldn’t be doing the universe justice if we didn’t live the way she meant for us to.”
A moment.
“James?”
“Yes, Pete?”
“How do you think you’d want to die?”
James closes his eyes. “With friends,” he says. “Quietly, and surrounded by friends. That’s when I’m at my best, so that’s how I want to go.”
or, seven years is a long time. read closely, and there you'll find a glimpse of it all in clumsy unfolding fractals.
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08 Sep 2021