#sending love
so much fluff coming your way. spoiler alert: EVERYONE lives
who said he never lived past forty?
March 10th, 2000.
“Oh come on you old thing—” Harry muttered at the ancient bike squeaking its way up the hill— why did they have to live on a hill? At least, Harry thought, the weather was nice. It was a glorious March day, the sun finally starting to grace England amidst the spring buds just about to bloom.
Panting as he jumped off the bike at the front porch, Harry wasted no time in starting to pound their front door, “Sirius! Sirius get out of here— if we don’t go get the cake by noon we’ll have to put Fred and George on Teddy duty and they’ve threatened to feed him the—”
The door opened with Remus looking exasperatedly bemused.
Harry gaped at him with one fist still raised in the air, “Remus! Ugh— hi!” he said intelligently, “aren’t you— supposed to be at Hogwarts? It’s a Friday.”
“For sure, I was just about to floo up. Harry, is everything alright?”
Darn it, Harry thought, Remus had been back living with Sirius ever since Teddy was born. It’s been two bloody years, how could he have forgotten? “Um, yeah. Everything’s great.”
“Did I hear something about Teddy and a cake?”
“No! Nothing of the sort.” Harry tried an oblivious look, which only turned into a shit-eating kind of grin at Remus’ raised eyebrow.
“Hmm. Try to keep your dad and Sirius in check, won’t you? Merlin forbid they strain themselves at this age.”
“Hey, I heard that—” Sirius called groggily from inside the house.
Remus sighed, fond and exasperated (in Harry’s memory Remus constantly seemed to be exasperated), and said “Do you want to come in?” and when Harry moved forward, unblocking the bike from Remus’ view, “Harry, is that— that bike on the ground used to belong to my mother!” he said laughingly.
“No offence to Nana Hope but Remus, that bike is now a pile of junk.”
-
“A very good morning to you, Prongslet,” Sirius’ hand, even after so many years, magnetically veered towards ruffling Harry’s hair in greeting.
“Ay stop it.” Harry half heartedly tried batting his hand away, “is Teddy still sleeping?”
“Mhm. I’ll just check on him before I go.” Remus said, making his way towards the stairs.
“Sirius—” Harry started whispering aggressively, the moment Remus moved out of earshot, “we’re on cake duty, turns out Nana Hope’s train got cancelled— fucking British trains— now Mum has to go pick her up, so we’ll also have to find someone to babysit Teddy, because no, the twins are not an option—”
“We could leave him with Molly?”
“No! This is Teddy, Molly can’t keep up!” Harry followed Sirius as he walked through to the kitchen, flicking on kettles and hobs, taking his wand out of his hair (let it be said that this never got old) to send breakfast ingredients flying across the air. He added a single sugar to a hot cup of tea, and sent the mug sailing out to find Remus.
“Eggs, Harry?”
“Oh yes, and have you got one of those blueberry muffins— oh hell yeah! Cheers, Sirius.”
“Anything for you, pup. Now what about Ginny, shouldn’t she be free?”
“Godric’s sake, Sirius. You were the one who kept telling me about having to stop Dad from throwing me around like a quaffle. We don’t trust toddlers with professional chasers.”
Sirius laughed, “You’re right, you’re right. Well, Ron and Hermione?”
“Have you even been paying attention? Ron and Hermione are setting up the—”
Remus appeared at the kitchen door, and smiled, indulgently suspicious, eyes narrowed just, at the way Harry had abruptly cut himself off. Sirius, completely unfazed, chuckled to himself.
“Thank you for the tea, love,” Remus said, setting his mug down on the counter.
Sirius immediately made his way across, and they shared a short kiss. “You’re heading off?”
“Yeah.”
“Well go on,” they share a honey-wine kind of smile, mellowed by three decades of life together, “go blow some children away.”
“I’ll see you both tonight? At Lily and James’?” Remus said on the threshold of the fireplace.
Harry turned to Sirius. They shared an identical grin.
“Hey Remus,” Harry called out. Remus raised a single eyebrow. “Happy birthday.”
Remus breathed a laugh like he’s finally heard the stone he’d been waiting to drop. “Thank you Harry. But I’ll have you know, these two words have somehow filled me with so much fear.” he said, before stepping away into the green flames.
-
As Remus sat down at the head table next to Regulus, he pushed towards him a book-shaped package, neatly wrapped in parchment.
“Happy birthday, old man.” Regulus said between sips of tea, eyes not leaving the Prophet page.
“Regulus— thank you.” Remus said heartily, “What book is it this year?”
“A niche thing about pseudo-reactive potions in identifying dark artefacts. I think you’ll appreciate it.”
Remus laughed, “One of these days you’ll quit trying to get me into potions.”
“One of these days you’ll quit pretending you don’t enjoy them.”
“Oh, it’s a day for baring our hearts, is it?”
“If there ever was one.”
“You know, Reg. You might need to admit how much thought you’ve put into the gift, and I’ll admit how much I appreciate it.”
Regulus chuckled, “Keep talking and you’ll sound like Dumbledore.”
Remus shook his head, “Could I ever.”
As they spent breakfast in each other’s comfortable companionship, familiar sharp banter, Remus allowed himself just one moment of sentimentally feeling his age. His eyes scanned the hall-full of children and marvelled. Seven years he’s been here now. He’d watched most of his friends’ children grow into brilliant young people, been witness to all the wonderful little moments of their growth, and not just through their letters on parchment. Inadvertently, embarrassingly, he’d been right there for Harry’s first detention, first crush, first break-up; picked up on too many quarrels between Ron and Hermione or the Weasley siblings; laughed his way through every time one of them slipped up during a practical lesson and called him Moony or Remus. (He always thought those occasions were more of an embarrassment for the children than himself, though Regulus thought otherwise. He heard about how he went livid the time Harry slipped up and called him Uncle Reg.)
Now, every child in the seats below Remus had known since they were eleven— the thought filled him with inexplicable warmth. This, this was worth all of it. It was worth every day of wrestling with teenagers, worth the grey lining his hair. Really, he couldn’t believe his luck. His younger self— sitting in this same hall at a much darker time— would never have fathomed being this happy, being loved and accepted in this big a place as Hogwarts, despite his lycanthropy. Would he have imagined even living to see this age?
“You know,” Regulus said suddenly, breaking him from his thoughts, “I overheard the Wilkins talking about certain— plans. I think you can look forward to an eventful day.”
“Oh dear,” Remus groaned, “I was hoping they’d forgotten now that the last Weasley’s gone.”
“Their influences stretch far and wide, that hoard of yours.”
“Mine? You mean ours, dear brother in law?”
“Oh please, imagine. The sole heir of the house of black, consorting with blood traitors and half-breeds.” He mocked, with a completely straight face.
Remus laughed in surprise, at Regulus’ accent deliberately turned up about five notches. The posh roundness was wearing thinner by the day, so it never failed to throw him back a decade or two hearing it again, even if their voices were now lower and rougher with age.
“So,” Remus asked, “you’ve any idea what that lot are up to?”
“I have no idea who you mean by that.”
A snort, “our one and only family, of course.”
Regulus smiled then, rare and soft. “For sure. Though no, you know I’m not lying when I tell you I don’t know what they’re up to. I just leave it up to them.”
“You don’t deny they’re up to something?”
Regulus put down his teacup, turned to look at him, “Remus. They’ve always been up to something. Every single day since they turned eleven.”
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Storm Eunice has left us a good covering of snow. It’s so calm and beautiful out there now … completely different from the scary situation we were in yesterday.
Hope you’re all staying safe and sending love to all those affected by this crazy weather.
Anyway, guess it’s time to start digging out … ❄️☃️
Storm Eunice has arrived. Thankfully we seem to have avoided the high winds, lots of snow though … please stay safe everyone.
Thought about you tonight for the first time in a while. I let my heart feel the longing that I’ve been determined to ignore.
It’s a little masochistic - the immense pain I feel when I think of you, and I chose to let you in again. I’m still addicted to you though and the electricity when I remember. Nothing makes my soul feel so alive like the thought of you.
What I miss in this time
Okay, to be honest, I am not a very social person and Corona hasn’t done not much bad things to me, but do you know what I miss?
I miss the small hugs to greet one another. When you don’t have many friends, this is the only body contact you get.
I miss a simple high five at work.
I miss to kiss my parents on the cheek.
I miss embracing my grandparents, cause the risk is too high to infect them with anything.
I miss visiting my grandparents who just live two villages away.
I miss meeting my old friends from school, who are now living far away but we usually meet one another once a year.
You all out there certainly have a much worse time and I feel for you all. We have to get through this and we will. One day it will all be over and we will love each other like we were used to.
I send love to you all out there stay save and sound!
as some of you have maybe noticed i answered a lot of asks tonight and posted a very long essay from my drafts
i wanted to make sure everything was cleaned up and gone because i will be leaving this blog
im tired and do not wish to continue
i know i am leaving things in capable hands and i did have fun for awhile doing this but it became to much
i stopped drawing and i stopped caring about myself which is not great my health is not going to come second behind an anonymous troll blog
but i want to make it clear that im not leaving because of the beetlebabe shippers i am leaving because i am tired of trying to please everyone when its impossible to do so and i am leaving because i want to be myself again
honestly the babe shippers as stupid and awful and annoying as they were, were a cakewalk compared to some of the inhouse drama, and thats something the babes definitely have on us
theyre stupid but they are stupid together
i will miss the fun but i will not miss having to read raes shitty posts or nastis bad takes and i will happily never have to read about smol lydias therapist partner ever again thank god and hopefully ill never have to look at whatever suz is passing off as art any time soon
phew i have been wanting to do that for awhile jesus christ
anyway
dont blame yourselves any of you including the people i mentioned before you folks had nothing to do with my departure i am leaving as an act of self preservation
i honestly feel like a lot of you are better at staying in your lane than you used to be i still hate you of course but hey youve left me alone i can appreciate that
anyway
i just want to enjoy being alive again and pretending to be a 1034 year old dead man isnt really doing it for me right now
as you may know i do not have access to this blogs password so once i log out thats it i am out of here
so i will be logging out after i post this
thank you all for the journey and keep fighting the good fight
remember folks
pedophilia is wrong simulated cp is wrong using it to cope with trauma isnt a good way to cope with trauma trans people are allowed to love themsleves beetlejuice is a jewish coded character and making a poop joke isnt a death threat dont mess with orion listen to bipoc voices never resort to threats of violence dont fuck around with minors rae is an idiot and finally
beetlejuice loves you very much
Thank you all for the support and the laughs over the last few months. No, I will not be dropping any other socials or anything and I do not plan on making a super-secret-super-cool comeback. This is it. I’m going to move forward and I know I’m leaving things in good hands. But also if you ever think ‘wow this is really taking a toll on me’ then please, stop. It’s not worth it. You’re worth more than internet bullfuckery. Anyway. It’s going to be really hard getting back into using punctuation and capitalization, but i’ll get there. Love you guys.
xoxo
beetlejuice
(and the editing team)
MANIFEST LOVE TAROT READING
- what do you need in a romantic relationship?
- what can you offer a romantic partner at this point in your life?
- what do you need to let go of from your past?
- what will life look like when you find real love?
- what action can you take to attract the right romantic partner?
PICK A PILE✨
-> trust yourself and choose whatever you are drawn to.
DISCLAIMER: PLEASE TAKE WHAT RESONATES AND IS MEANT FOR YOU, LEAVE THE REST <3 . this is a general (& not in person) reading and not everything will resonate for everyone. this is my own interpretation using my intuition and the energies i receive. if the way i read doesn’t suit you personally, please just find someone that works for you. everyone’s different :)
PILE 1 (LEFT)
- you may need a relationship that can help you heal from past situations that have caused you pain.
- you can offer so much strength and support, and you’re emotions are rational and logical.
- let go of physical things that are no longer serving you. it may be items that bring negative memories. or it may be a sign that whatever your focusing on related to love, could be better aligned with what you truely desire.
- you may have experienced some life changing or very painful events, but when you find real love, you will realise how much everything needed to happen to get you to where you are.
- if you can prepare yourself for a serious relationship, and find stability and groundedness within yourself, you can attract the right person.
PILE 2 (RIGHT)
- in a relationship, you need stability. you like things to feel secure, and usually always running peacefully and harmoniously, and for them to feel like family.
- you can offer so much freedom and adventure. you and your partner will likely never feel stuck or trapped.
- something from the past has created a stubborn, retreating energy around you, causing you to not fight for what you want. you can release these fears to allow room for new love.
- true love for you, will look like freedom and independence (like the card pulled earlier suggested). your relationship will look and feel successful and secure.
- to attract the right person, allow your compassionate, empathetic and loving side to radiate. be open to spiritual and intuitive messages.
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love to all
Here’s to hoping that every single person with schizophrenia or a schizoaffective disorder or DID or NPD or any other ridiculously demonized mental illnesses has a wonderful day
