dude, being addicted to fanfiction is so weird. You stay in front of your computer for hours a day reading different versions of those same characters falling in love and fucking again, again, again and again. And yet, we’re looking for more, creating more, making fanarts because, apparently, nothing in the world is more fulfilling than fictional love, the love we cannot have. That’s either inspiring or unsettling. Or both.
Sirius totally knowing Remus’ middle name is John but whenever he breaks out the full name he’ll throw in ridiculous middle names like
"Of COURSE he got a perfect score on the Charms exam, HE’S REMUS THADDEUS LUPIN"
"REMUS MICHELANGELO LUPIN, I AM SURPRISED AT YOU"
“Fuck, Remus Elizabeth Lupin—”