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he was down SO BAD IMMEDIATELY
ilya 'needy top' rozanov
the marauders fandom will write odes to reckless boys, doomed friendships, and the boys who loved boys. their stories are mythologised in every fic and headcanon.
but the girls who loved girls are whispers in the margins.
dorcas and marlene. mary and lily. narcissa and alice. before the tragedy. all the laughter that might have been theirs is footnoted, footnotes that fade.
we memorialise the chaos of boys, but the soft rebellions of girls are always a quiet loss.
one time when barty was having a panic attack evan asked him to do the 5 senses thing and when it came to taste he kissed him
im not ok
Oh help, I'm so not okay and I absolutely love it
Me when the slow burn is slow burning
Never. And let me repeat that: never play Monopoly with Remus Lupin.
Possible outcomes include death, a messy divorce complete with asset division, grievous bodily harm, and a guaranteed barrage of deeply humiliating insults.
evan who gets migraines so bad that the others have to evacuate the dorm room for 3-4 business days. he can’t talk, can’t listen to anyone, he needs the room to be freezing cold and pitch black. regulus and barty genuinely just have to find other places to sleep and be.
“someone loves everything you hate about yourself.” — frank ocean
I have some scary adult things to do tomorrow. I can't wait to get back to my dead gay wizards😭😭😭
I hate looking for an apartment
remus, bored at work or trapped on a phone call, absentmindedly drawing sirius’s tattoos from memory on the backs of receipts, notebook margins, scraps of paper
he also tests new pens with writing sirius’s name
“Canon marauders would bully fanon marauders” I DONT FUCKING CARE JUST LET ME DO MY HEADCANONS IN PEACE JESUS
I have some scary adult things to do tomorrow. I can't wait to get back to my dead gay wizards😭😭😭
No one can take Sirius with braids away from me.
also love him in that half up half down style
"What do you want for your birthday, Prongslet?" Sirius asked, bouncing Harry on his knee. "A broom? A baby hippogriff? I know a guy. Don't tell your mum."
Harry looked thoughtful. He tapped his chin. "I want a wedding."
Sirius choked on air. "A... a wedding? You're five. You can't get married."
"Not me," Harry scoffed. He poked Sirius in the chest. "You."
"Me? Who am I marrying?"
Harry sighed, a long, suffering sound.
"You and Moony," Harry said like it was obvious. "Cake. Dancing. And you stop sleeping on the sofa."
"We're just friends, Harry," Sirius tried weakly.
Harry gave him a look of withering pity. "Uncle Padfoot. You eat off his fork. You pick the onions out of his soup. You steal his jumpers. You turn into a dog just so he’ll scratch your ears. You are not friends. You are... codependent."
Sirius’s jaw dropped. "Where did you learn that word?"
"Mummy calls you that," Harry shrugged. "Get married. I want cake."
HIIII i just wanna glaze you for your fic reflections, it is genuinely so incredible and i love hearing sirius’s internal monologue and jealous!sirius, and overall your characterizations of everybody and MARYLENE!!! ok anyway the new chapter is so good im so excited for the next chapter!!!
Oh, that's so sweet!
Thank you so much for the comment! I have so many ideas for future chapters, and it's wonderful to know that someone is just as excited about them as I am ❤️
When Remus cried, he couldn't stand having people around, but being alone was even worse.
So Sirius would turn into Padfoot and curl up beside him, letting Remus pet him absentmindedly and soak his black fur with tears.
“I want to write a fic about this but I don’t think anybody will be interested in it” ummm hello excuse me ma’am what do you mean you don’t think anybody will be interested in it??? YOU. YOU ARE INTERESTED IN IT???? write it because YOU are interested in it and YOU want to write about it. fanfic writing should always be first and foremost about YOUR enjoyment, not other people’s.