quip fast, die young;

marlene alexandria mckinnon. sixteen. gryffindor chaser. (would be) future order member. has never known how to give in, give up, back down, or pull a punch. warm summer nights, barefeet, crackling bonfires, throwing the first punch, screaming at the stars, challenging authority, giving no explanations, ruby red lipstick, strawberry stained hands, muggle rock and roll, spiting extremists with a smile, risking it all.

[mvkinnons-blog]

Marlene was not one for perusing ancient tomes, which is why she’d instead found herself going through Hogwarts records as opposed to texts from the library. She did not want to know the future, but she figured that this was—technically, given the year she’d found herself in—the history of Hogwarts, and that at least she wouldn’t be forced to consider the endings of anyone she knew, not during their school years. Spotting something that made her eyebrows shoot up, she peered more closely at it, before slamming the records down onto the table—where they were certainly not meant to be, because she was not meant to remove them from their reference area, but she figured she was technically not a student so they couldn’t really do much about it—and making a sound of incredulity. 

“Slytherin won the House Cup for six years in a row?” Marlene demanded to nobody in particular. She glanced at the name of the Head of House and made a sound of revulsion. Snape. Fucking snake. Not snake like the Slytherin serpent—the vast majority of her childhood friends had ended up in Slytherin, after all, with her and Sirius as the notable exceptions, so he approach to Slytherin in general was quite different to many of her housemates—but like the slimy, slithering thing that poisoned those it was close to, like what he did to Lily, and fuck, Marlene couldn’t stand him. “Still a fucking asshole as an adult, evidently,” Marlene muttered, a scoff accompanying the words as she clicked her tongue in frustration. “Did you know about this?” she asked, still reading the records in a huff, before meeting the eyes of the person seated opposite her and registering their presence.

[potterjr]

“It’s been two weeks. I think that’s enough time for everyone–” He paused to turn to the whispering pack of his ‘classmates’. “to figure out that I’m Harry Potter and not be shocked by it, right? I hear they’ve written an auto biography in this..time period, if you’re that interested in me then perhaps it might make more interesting to look at other than me – or my…family.”

[mvkinnons-blog]

Marlene, who had been leaning against the wall, pushed off it once Harry stopped speaking, and fixed a fierce look upon the crowd. She didn’t know this kid, not in the way she knew his apparent parents, and it was still difficult to wrap her head around the fact that James and Lily had created him, but nobody deserved this. She’d gotten her own glances and uncomfortable conversations and questions as someone out of their time, but nothing like the insanity that Harry’s celebrity seemed to have scored him. It didn’t seem fair to her, that he have to deal with all of this on top of the time travel nonsense. The whispers had quieted and much of the crowd had dispersed, but there were still some students milling around, casting fervent glances their way. “Are they always like this?” Marlene asked incredulously. She’d escaped to the pitch—where she had been thrilled to discover that even the school brooms were significantly upgraded from the ones of her time, and if she’d been the fastest back then on those things, she was incredibly interested to see what she was clocking now—and the grounds mostly, and had spent time exploring the less-populated areas of the castle, so she hadn’t seen too much of the madness around Harry.

[tddylvpn-blog]

She couldn’t help but stare at him, the boy that looked exactly like James except for the eyes. Finding out that she was a mother, a grandmother, an aunt had been overwhelming and as much as she tried to avoid Harry it seemed as if he ended up in the same hiding places. Guilt weighed heavy on her shoulders as stories of her future – of Harry’s past had been relayed in excited voices. Excited. As if they were just storybook characters. She was anything but a coward but facing him now was something she justified running away from. As soon as those ‘Lily green’ eyes glanced up at her, she spun on her heels in attempt to run or hide or something other than running face first into the person behind her. “Sorry…sorry, it’s my fault – should have been looking where I was going…”

[mvkinnons-blog]

Marlene, to be frank, did not want to know her future. It wasn’t that she’d ever expected a particularly good one—her happy ending, after all, had been her friends; anything that did not involve them was sure to disappoint—but that did not mean she needed to know the details, nor had any desire to do so. It was bad enough that so many terrible things had happened to her friends—she did not need to know why she wasn’t there to save them, only that for some reason, she wasn’t. She considered it a personal failing, but also a point of determination: however alarming this world could be, at least it was a chance to make sure her friends made it through. Their stories could have different endings, and whilst that wasn’t quite enough to buoy Marlene, not when there were so many other things to process—which had never been a strength of hers—it was enough to alleviate a little of the pressure in her chest, enough to put a little bit of determination in her step... which she used to step right into the path of Lily.

Hands automatically shooting out to steady her friend, Marlene’s heart clenched at her words. “Hey, hey, it’s cool, Evans,” she said. Marlene’s natural tendency towards utilising her friend’s surnames and allocating endless nicknames was both a blessing and a curse in this situation—there were multiple Lilys, which lent itself towards surnames as being useful, but there were also apparently ninety Weasleys, Lupins and Potters in this one castle. Still, in a world where Lily Potter was running around and was meant to be named after another Lily Potter, Marlene felt like Lily, her Lily, deserved to remember that she was Lily Evans, and that was the only thing that was certain. Her present was more important than what anyone said her future was, Marlene was resolute about that. “D’you want to... go somewhere?” she asked, spotting the green-eyed boy—and probable reason for Lily’s reaction—behind Lily.

[ecrthling]

[prongsypottcr-blog]

James wasn’t going to be maudlin about his apparent impending death; no, he’d rather just shove the thought away, far, far into the recesses of his mind and focus on other things—-mainly, how out-of-date his map was, “Y’know, I’ve got a few questions—-trying to get to the real important issues, here—-like who caved in the passageway behind the mirror on the fourth floor? C’mon, be honest—-respect your elders and all that—” A skeptical look was thrown his way and he retorted, “I was born in 1960—I know, pretty dashing for being in my 60s, yeah?”

[mvkinnons-blog]

“I was actually thinking gangly as an alternative to dashing, but take your pick,” Marlene said, grinning slightly as she pushed off from the wall she was leaning against. She hadn’t been able to help the skeptical look she’d shot him—the idea of James Potter as an elder was laughable, but then somber. After all, her incredulity was apparently well-founded, but that wasn’t something she wanted to think about. It rather felt like tearing her heart apart. “Whatcha doing, Cap?” she asked, eyebrow raised as she sauntered over. “Orienteering?”

[siriuslytroubled-blog]

Sirius twirled a quill between his teeth, his eyed narrowed, brow furrowed. The pages of the book in front of him flipped themselves as he read them. Transfiguration made great leaps in the years, decades, since his last class (not that he ever really paid attention, it was always something he’d learned on his own before and it was more entertaining to see how far he could push it with McGonagall.) Charms, too. All he had to do was learn the new magic and the pranking possibilities would be endless.

“Looks like I’ve got some lost time to make up for,” Sirius muttered before glancing up and seeing someone standing before him. Abruptly, the book shut itself. Sirius pulled the quill from his mouth. He sat back in his chair. “I think I’m a bit overdue for a midlife crisis, don’t you?”

[mvkinnons-blog]

Marlene was wandering through this castle—this castle that was hers, but not; this castle that had a trophy room that said James was Head Boy, that his son had won an award for services to the school, this castle that was full of paintings and ghosts that grew quiet at the sight of her, as if they had never expected to see her again when she’d only seen them all a summer ago, in her time—when she caught sight of something that was hers: not that she thought you could own a person, but given this whole seismic shift of her whole life, she was a touch more inclined than usual to the concept of belonging, and was very glad to see one of her own.

“Sixteen and already beyond midlife,” she remarked, dropping into the seat opposite his. She knew perfectly well what he meant, but she did not want to think about it. In this world, Sirius Black was a name in a history book, but when he was sixteen years old and looking as alive as ever before her, that wasn’t something she could bear thinking about. “All right, casanova,” she said, drumming her fingers against her thigh as she leaned back in her chair. “What were you thinking? Motorbike? Scandalous affair? Chaos and mayhem?”

[expectatmemories]

Sirius Black carrying Marlene McKinnon back the the castle, after being told that he wasn’t strong enough.

taken by Remus Lupin, laughing at the pair.

[expectatmemories]

James Potter, Sirius Black, Marlene McKinnon, Remus Lupin and Peter Pettigrew, running away from something in the forest whilst also challenging each other to a race.

Taken by Mary Macdonald, safely not being chased because she has both James’ invisibility cloak and the sense not to get involved.

[expectatmemories]

Sirius Black knocking over Marlene McKinnon, who then knocked over James, who then knocked over Remus.

Taken by Mary MacDonald, who had the foresight not to participate in their inevitable giant game of dominoes.

[basketcasemp3]

SUPER TEXT LIST! (Texts From Last Night Inspired)

[text] Are you lost?

[text] NO! That was a typo

[text] Did you buy it?

[text] I think I’m a mermaid

[text] I know it’s 3am, but come over and cook for me. 

[text] Too lazy to booty call, so have this text instead

[text] Need to bury a body, it’s urgent.

[text] Are you sure there’s no monsters?

[text] It was an accident.

[text] lol fuk da police

[text] send me a picture and i’ll be home quicker ;)

[text] DO NOT READ THE LAST MESSAGE IT WASN’T MEANT FOR YOU

[text] Well maybe I broke my tongue!

[text] Please tell me you’re free today! I’ve got some big news today.

[text] Got a spare ticket, do you want to come?

[text] Do you have a spare mankini I can borrow?

[text] Is fancy dress allowed at the wedding?

[text] I was using my old baby blanket as a makeshift skirt because no pants

[text] We were banging then all I remember is coming down hard and smashing my top teeth off his forehead… I just rolled off and tapped out. 

[text] Like alphabetically, I’d say a t?

[text] I’m sorry if throwing up in the back of your dad’s car ruined our friendship :(

[text] there is absolutely nothing wrong with two grown men staying up all night singing karaoke and drink out of juice cartons. don’t judge me.

[text] I found a door knob in my purse this morning, I hope whoever it belonged to doesn’t need it today.

[text] Do you know where I am?

[text] My wedding is in 5 hours and I have no idea where I am. Help!

[text] We played Rock Paper Scissors to see who would get a piggy back ride home. I’ve never been so broken.

[text] Is “head down ass up” an appropriate way to say good morning?

[text] That is definitely not healthy, in fact I’m not sure it’s legal to send that sort of picture?

[text] There isn’t enough cookie dough ice cream at home, so I’ll be heartbroken tomorrow instead.

[text] Not sure if I took a nap or went to another dimension

[text] ABORT MISSION! ABORT MISSION! HE IS A TRIPLET, WE DONT NEED TO FIGHT OVER HIM WE CAN HAVE AN ORGY INSTEAD

[text] No no don’t leave me, who’s going to walk me home

[text] She wheeled me home in a trolley and sad she loved me, I think I win.

[text] My dick just got serenaded.

[text] I ate the whole wheel of cheese. Help.

[text] I’ve been hiding under the bed for the past 20 minutes, and now they’re getting into it and it’s a little too late for me to jump out and surprise them. So expect a live sex updates

[text] The fridge is fully stocked. I’m either hallucinating or this is a miracle

[text] I need you to help me clean the house because I have visitors in less than an hour???

[text] Your brother is at the front door- WHAT DO I SAY?!

[text] It’s all fun and games till someone says you’re so pretty they could punch you and they, you know, punch you

[text] I’m in A&E but I don’t really know why

[text] Went to bed with a 10, just about woke up with a 2 and a half

[text] I think I’m officially a homewrecker because his wife just walked in screaming and he said it’s not what it looks like. I mean what else could it look like? I wasn’t trimming his hairs with my mouth?!

[text] My night ended with me crying in a gutter, I hate you.

[text] He’s decorated the toilet with his urine. I never want to see him ever again, tell him he has 2 minutes to get out of our house.

[text] Don’t talk to me! You tried to trade me for a glass of wine and a cigarette!

[text] I promise I’ll get everyone to jelly wrestle with us xox

[text] I am armed with a crown, a sash and a bouquet of flowers. Don’t test me.

[text] I think I got married last night?

[text] I think I got married on impulse last night… and after looking a second time, I don’t think i’ve made any mistakes.

[text] My mouth tastes like poor choices

[text] I didn’t let go of the mechanical bull, but they had to pull me off because… it was rough just the way I like it and I think that showed?

[text] If I say it was accidental you’ll just say I’m lying

[text] There is an alarming amount of glitter in my… everywhere

[text] You’re my hero

[text] You’re the worst thing to ever happen to me, thank you

[text] Have you ever had a good idea in your life?

[text] Are we going to end up in the hospital again?

[text] It’s not a good night if I don’t end up crying into your mother’s lap.

[text] Mark my words, your dad will be my sugar daddy, he’ll marry me and you’ll have to call me momma bear and I will interrupt your sex life with condoms and condiments.

[text] I’m may be allergic to nuts, but not his.

[text] She high fived me out of pity

[text] You walked in wearing nothing but a beekeeper mask

[text] You just walked in, rated their performance, dragged in three other people to clap for them, then walked back out.

[text] You kept calling me baby Jesus and trying to see what wise men had to say about my hair…

[text] I am a responsible adult. I tied up my hair before I puked

[text] I am a responsible adult, I brought home a lost kitten and let it shit in your room

[text] I accidentally talked myself into a threesome, when did I become so smooth?

[text] It may or may not have been your sister…

[text] It may or may not have been your brother…

[text] If you’re not coming over with food, don’t come over at all

[text] Call me and get me out of this conversation NOW. My co-worker is talking to me about her birds having sex again…

[text] IM NOT TALKING TO YOU UNTIL YOU MAKE A PROCLAMATION YOU LOVE ME MORE THAN TACOS

[text] Buy me a helicopter, I will give you the last slice of pizza. pls. this is important. okay maybe the crust?

[text] Let’s never forget the time I met you while you were running down the street naked and in handcuffs.

[text] I tried to put lipstick on my eyeballs, help.

[text] I told her my cum counts as protein shake and she sent a text to my gran saying I ate her cat.

[text] If you don’t fuck me hard, rough, and senseless the minute we’re alone in your room, I’m returning you to the boyfriend store

[text] I accidentally sexted your mum, I’m sorry xox

[text] There can only be one screw up per family and I was here first. Get your shit together bro

[text] I feel like you’re pretending I didn’t bail you out of jail last night for trying to staple a cushion to the top of their car so you had a “comfy place to sit”

[text] You climbed the fence and then started crying because you were scared of hamsters, I really don’t know what you took, but you need a babysitter.

[text]  I wish we could all take a bath together. Not in a “let’s fuck” way. But in a relaxing drunk in the tub sort of “let me wash your hair” way.

[dasyjohnson]

-Nikita Gill (x)

[mvkinnons-blog]

[drunk text] SWEEEEEEEET CAROLINE

[text] GOOD TIMES NEVER SEEMED SO GOOOOOOOOD[text] where is my vodka[text] alcohol + karaoke is now my plan for the night ty

more texts for you bitches

ANGSTY TEXTS, BITCH

[text] You should have told me you wanted me out of your life. [text] I should have never let you back into my life. [text] Okay [muse’s name] what’s the deal, pretty sure this is you…listen ifyou want me to leave you alone, please just tell that. [text] Please don’t walk away. [text] Please don’t do this. [text] When are you going to realize I want nothing to do with you? [text] You want nothing to do with me, I get it. [text] I’m an idiot. You fooled me again. [text] When I think things are about to change … I’m always proven wrong. [text] I just want you to be happy. And you’ll be happier without me. [text] Ijust hate that someone could make me trust [him/her/them] the way that I did [text] The truth is I’m not over you. [text] The truth is I never really wanted to be with you. [text] I’m seeing someone else. [text] How the hell did you get my number, stalker? [text] You’re so selfish. [text] I just saw you leave with [her/him/them]. [text] FUCK YOU AND YOUR DUMB CUTE FACE

LOVING TEXTS, BITCH

[text] Did I tell you today that you’re the most adorable? Cause, yeah. [text] Be careful. [text] I’m only saying it because I love you. [text] I’m only saying it because I care about you. [text] Okay, I’m bringing coffee. [text] I’m thinking dinner and a movie later this week? [text] Let me take you out, please? [text] Let me make you dinner tonight. [text] I want you to be happy. [text] You’re always safe with me. [text] I can’t stopthinking about you. [text] I seriously don’t know what I’d do without you. [text] I know you may not feel like you are, but you are loved. And important.Please don’t forget that. [text] It was so good seeing you. [text] You don’t need this shit. [text] I’ll be there in five minutes. [text] Let me help, please? [text] You’re important to me. [text] Stop falling asleep in the bathtub. You’re going to drown and die andleave me and I’m not having that. [text] I would gladly watch Netflix and eat Thai with you any day. [text] I’d give up my phone charger AND the last piece of gum for you. That’slove. [text] Hey beautiful nojudgment but why is there a bucket of KFC chicken in the bathtub??

ANGRY TEXTS, BITCH

[text] If you don’t want me to bust your window, I suggest you answer thephone. Now. [text] To quote Mean Girls, you’re a fugly slut. [text] Are you SERIOUSLY bringing that up right now!? [text] Lose my number, asshole. [text] You’re so predictable and obnoxious. And it’s not only me who thinks so. [text] …The least you could do is answer, wtf. [text] You’re a pieceof shit human being and an even worse friend. [text] This is YOUR FAULT. And you can’t even pretend like it isn’t, because youknow it is. [text] Why couldn’t you just stay out of it? [text] Holy fucking shit, take a hint, asshole. [text] Go fuck yourself. [text] What the fucking hell is wrong with you? [text] You can take your stuff back as long as I don’t light it on fire first. [text] I have cramps and a migraine so you do NOT want to mess with me rightnow [text] Bye and have a very fuck you day

SEXY TEXTS, BITCH

[text] Just let me suck your dick and be happy. Let me have this. [text] Why are you so hot…like honestly, it’s not fair. [text] Yeah, you looked good in your [dress/shirt/pants] last night but really,they looked way better on my floor. [text] Come over. With condoms. [text] You should come over, clothing optional. [text] I feel like anasty slut and I LOVE IT [text] Sorry I got drunk and texted you about my sex life [text] Sex on a rooftop - trashy or adventurous? [text] If you’re not at my apartment, shirtless, in five minutes, I will bepersonally offended. [text] I don’t think helikes that I’m always sending him pictures of me in my bra but he needs to getit together [text] It’ll be like The Notebook, except with way more of my penis. [text] I didn’t know that all of his brothers would be hot and musicallyinclined, too. That’s a dick move on behalf of biology. [text] I DON’T WANT YOUR DICK. I WANT BRUNCH. [text] So is it your turn now to pretend like dating someone else would stop usfrom fucking? [text] I just need some of your time and all of your body. [text] I am available for nakedness [text] I think about [him/her/them] when I masturbate so I guess you could callit love

DRUNK TEXTS, BITCH

[drunk text] So wat are you really over me no w [drunk text] AND I UNFOLLOWED YOU ON INSTAGRAM TOO, BITCH [drunk text] You are my queen and my savior and I love you forever [drunk text] You are the most beautiful girl I have ever known [drunk text] I’m eating macaroni and cheese on a slice of pizza and autocorrectjust wrote that text for me pretty much, what’s your night like [drunk text] Listen up slut, you’re one hot piece of ass and if [he/she/they]doesn’t realize it, it’s their loss [drunk text] but what’sthe point of a Disney sing off party if you’re not here. You have to be be thePumbaa to my Timon [drunk text] Can you pls remind me tomorrow of how much of a fool I made myselftonight [drunk text] FUCK YOU YOU’RE GORGEOUS [drunk text] I think maybe you and me should like go out and eat pizza orsomething check yes or no [drunk text] Please don’t hate me I’m too tired and too dizzy to be hated [drunk text] I hate (him/her) but less when I’m drinking. Thanks, alcohol. [drunk text] Omf g you need to get over here now I think I’m dyin [drunk text] SWEEEEEEEET CAROLINE

[inthenameofsephiroth]

[painted-bees]

Character solidifying!

[rockinrpmemes]

1. How does your character think of their father? What do they hate and love about him? What influence - literal or imagined - did the father have? 2. Their mother? How do they think of her? What do they hate? Love? What influence - literal or imagined - did the mother have? 3. Brothers, sisters? Who do they like? Why? What do they despise about their siblings? 4. What type of discipline was your character subjected to at home? Strict? Lenient? 5. Were they overprotected as a child? Sheltered? 6. Did they feel rejection or affection as a child? 7. What was the economic status of their family? 8. How does your character feel about religion? 9. What about political beliefs? 10. Is your character street-smart, book-smart, intelligent, intellectual, slow-witted? 11. How do they see themselves: as smart, as intelligent, uneducated? 12. How does their education and intelligence – or lack thereof - reflect in their speech pattern, vocabulary, and pronunciations? 13. Did they like school? Teachers? Schoolmates? 14. Were they involved at school? Sports? Clubs? Debate? Were they unconnected? 15. Did they graduate? High-School? College? Do they have a PHD? A GED? 16. What does your character do for a living? How do they see their profession? What do they like about it? Dislike? 17. Did they travel? Where? Why? When? 18. What did they find abroad, and what did they remember? 19. What were your character’s deepest disillusions? In life? What are they now? 20. What were the most deeply impressive political or social, national or international, events that they experienced? 21. What are your character’s manners like? What is their type of hero? Whom do they hate? 22. Who are their friends? Lovers? ‘Type’ or ‘ideal’ partner? 23. What do they want from a partner? What do they think and feel of sex? 24. What social groups and activities does your character attend? What role do they like to play? What role do they actually play, usually? 25. What are their hobbies and interests? 26. What does your character’s home look like? Personal taste? Clothing? Hair? Appearance? 27. How do they relate to their appearance? How do they wear their clothing? Style? Quality? 28. Who is your character’s mate? How do they relate to him or her? How did they make their choice? 29. What is your character’s weaknesses? Hubris? Pride? Controlling? 30. Are they holding on to something in the past? Can he or she forgive? 31. Does your character have children? How do they feel about their parental role? About the children? How do the children relate? 32. How does your character react to stress situations? Defensively? Aggressively? Evasively? 33. Do they drink? Take drugs? What about their health?  34. Does your character feel self-righteous? Revengeful? Contemptuous? 35. Do they always rationalize errors? How do they accept disasters and failures? 36. Do they like to suffer? Like to see other people suffering? 37. How is your character’s imagination? Daydreaming a lot? Worried most of the time? Living in memories? 38. Are they basically negative when facing new things? Suspicious? Hostile? Scared? Enthusiastic? 39. What do they like to ridicule? What do they find stupid? 40. How is their sense of humor? Do they have one? 41. Is your character aware of who they are? Strengths? Weaknesses? Idiosyncrasies? Capable of self-irony? 42. What does your character want most? What do they need really badly, compulsively? What are they willing to do, to sacrifice, to obtain? 43. Does your character have any secrets? If so, are they holding them back? 44. How badly do they want to obtain their life objectives? How do they pursue them? 45. Is your character pragmatic? Think first? Responsible? All action? A visionary? Passionate? Quixotic? 46. Is your character tall? Short? What about size? Weight? Posture? How do they feel about their physical body? 47. Do they want to project an image of a younger, older, more important person? Does they want to be visible or invisible? 48. How are your character’s gestures? Vigorous? Weak? Controlled? Compulsive? Energetic? Sluggish? 49. What about voice? Pitch? Strength? Tempo and rhythm of speech? Pronunciation? Accent? 50. What are the prevailing facial expressions? Sour? Cheerful? Dominating?