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sirius most likely posted this pic with caption "my brothers finally bonding🥺" just to piss off reg

[sophsicle]

Y’all ever have to make that choice between dressing appropriately 4 the weather or wearing clothes that don’t make you want to scrape the skin from your bones and set it on fire? And you figure the second one is probably the safest route to go. But then all day you have to deal with ppl being like "aren’t you hot?" Like yes Becky Im literally melting but I had to leave the house today so let’s just pretend I don’t even have a physical form okay.

[greenie33]

[theinvisiblemuseum]

she’s so hard to please, but she’s a forest fire

[silveryones]

heaven is not fit to house a love like you and i

[spitblossoms]

[greenie33]

marlene !!!

[greenie33]

(inspired by @greenvlvetcouch ‘a black mass over highway ninety’ 🙏🏻🙏🏻)

[derangedrhythms]

I wanted to be where nobody I knew could ever come.

Sylvia Plath, from ‘The Bell Jar’

[violentlyexplodingstar]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Harry Potter & Lily Evans Potter, James Potter/Lily Evans Potter, Mary Macdonald/Lily Evans Potter Characters: Lily Evans Potter, Harry Potter, Mary Macdonald (Harry Potter), James Potter Additional Tags: Mother-Son Relationship, Friendship, Love, Loss, Metaphors, Like a lot of metaphors, not sure what this is really, Lily Evans Potter Lives, Past James Potter/Lily Evans Potter, Sort Of, because james died Summary:

After not being apart from her son for more than a few days the past nine years, Lily finally has to think about her own life when Harry goes to hogwarts. Realisations and confessions occur. Now she just has to tell her son.

Short mother-son relationship fic with Lily and Harry after James died. Lily really sees her friend Mary and has to tell her son. The family grows. A lot of metaphors. A lot. Almost too much.

[su-n-s-e-t]

[violentlyexplodingstar]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Marlene McKinnon/Dorcas Meadowes Characters: Marlene McKinnon, Dorcas Meadowes, James Potter, Peter Pettigrew Additional Tags: Mentioned Lily Evans Potter, Mentioned Mary Macdonald (Harry Potter), Mentioned Sirius Black, Mentioned Remus Lupin, Mentioned Regulus Black, Mentioned Pandora Lovegood, Friendship, Enemies to Lovers, First Kiss, Communication, Talking, Getting Together, Coming Out, Realization, Alternate Universe - No Voldemort, Fluff, Family, MILF Euphemia Potter, Sign Language, Marlene has always loved women, Dorcas was mean as a coping mechanism, at least to marlene, Quidditch, Happy Ending, wlw, Lesbian Marlene McKinnon, Lesbian Dorcas Meadowes, Happy Pride Summary:

Marlene loves her friends more than anything. But this time she can't ask them for help, because she didn't understand the situation fully. There was only one person she felt she could go to, but she really didn't want to.

Dorcas does something and Marlene freaks out. What will she do when she feels like she can't go to the people she grew up with? Confessions are made and feelings are explained.

[violentlyexplodingstar]

The leaves were falling all around him. 

The trees were losing their hair. Their clothes. 

Now they were naked.

The years pass without any remorse.

Seasons come and go without ever begging for forgiveness.

The world kills.

The leaves were dying.

Death was all around him.

The boy was only sixteen. Merely a child.

Yet, all he’d ever known was death.

The universe had stolen from him.

Now it was his turn to get back at it.

He would show that he too, could take. 

Steal.

Kill.

It began when life returned. 

When the sun gave warmth, instead of just light.

When the trees gained their beauty once again.

When colour returned to the land.

A mere flower lost its life,

as a gift to the universe.

It broke his heart

And the boy vowed to never kill again.

The years passed in darkness,

life disappeared around him.

Friends stopped breathing.

Hearts stopped beating.

The boy decided.

It was now his turn.

He took a friend and went to the place,

and broke his promise.

A lake.

A poison.

A thousand hands.

The friend begged and cried.

Hoped and prayed.

Survive.

But the boy’s destiny was decided.

Death was everywhere,

all the time.

Inescapable.

The boy would die,

in hopes of killing the man.

And as he was dragged down to the bottom,

the boy realised.

Death would always be.

But sometimes,

one life taken

wasn’t enough.

[random-regulusblack-kinnie]

james potter core

[academia-lucifer]

@academia-lucifer

[peaceinthestorm]

Anders Zorn (1860-1920, Swedish) ~ In the Skerries, 1894 / Sommarnöje (Sketch), 1886

~ Sun and Moon ~

[lone-nyctophile]

Words have no power to impress the mind without the exquisite horror of their reality.

- Edgar Allan Poe