OH MY GOD.

this? pain? 𝘆𝗲𝘀

They watched these children, laughing and running through Hogwarts, grow up. They watched students they loved and nurtured and taught grow up to either be monster’s or die fighting the monsters. Generations of students lay before them, either death eaters or fighting against them. They watched little Tom Riddle, who they taught and love, turn into a horrible person. They watched little Harry Potter, always up to something, die in front of them. They watched little Remus Lupin, laughing and running around with his Marauders, die in front of them. They watched their little wizards and witches become bodies and casualties in a war that wasn’t theirs.

NO 😭

coney island but it’s remus after halloween 1981 going back to the campsite from the summer of 7th year and thinking about how much has changed since then

me filling the room with negative energy bc i don’t wanna be there:

My policeman was so important to him

— Harry on My Policeman

always my babygirl

regulus, to james, absentmindedly: hey babygirl

remus, confused: babygirl?

james: yeah, i’m his babygirl, remus. keep up

please go read this!!

The Trouble With Falling In Love

The trouble with falling in love, Remus reasons, is that you can never be sure who anyone is. Ed Sheeran using his second account, for instance. A flat earther with a pierced tongue. The guy you've just been set up on a fake date with.

Wait, what?

or: Sirius can't write; James can't get a date; Lily can't make a plan; and Remus just can't.

Read on ao3

(note: as of tuesday, may 4th (star wars day), the fic still lists as having been written by anonymous. I promise I actually did write it.)

violence 🙊

Imagine first year Harry Potter looking for Fred and George to see if they want to have a snowball fight with him and Ron and finding an odd piece of parchment lying in their room. 

Imagine first year Harry Potter picking the parchment up and examining it, because he’s learning that in the wizarding world nothing is ever as it seems, not even old pieces of parchment. 

Imagine first year Harry Potter tapping his wand to the parchment to see if anything happens and, to his surprise, seeing thin, angular writing appear as if written by an invisible hand. 

Imagine first year Harry Potter’s excitement when the parchment reads: Mr. Prongs asks who is trying to uncover the carefully guarded secrets of the Marauders. 

Imagine first year Harry Potter whispering “My name is Harry Potter and I didn’t mean to pry,” before hurriedly trying to refold it and return it to where he’d found it 

Imagine first year Harry Potter’s astonishment when the writing reappears, this time saying: Let Mr. Prongs share his immense joy that Harry Potter has found this. He hopes that Harry will find the contents of this parchment useful and use it in a way that would make his father proud. 

Imagine first year Harry Potter’s smile sliding off his face as he says quietly, “I don’t know. My father’s dead, you see. 

Imagine first year Harry Potter’s confusion when the writing appears once again, saying: Mr. Prongs wishes to tell Harry Potter that while his father may be dead, he is still looking out for him and is incredibly proud of him. Mr. Prongs hopes that Harry Potter knows his father loves him very much. 

Imagine first year Harry Potter taking the map back to his dormitory and spending the rest of the evening talking to the mysterious Mr. Prongs about his mother and father, about whom the invisible man seems to know quite a bit.

🗣️ I SUPPORT REGULUS BLACK WRONGS 🗣️

James and Regulus caught on the Marauders Map

(this is the only place i can post things like this, hope u enjoy:))

DAVID DAWSON & HARRY STYLES My Policeman (2022) dir. Michael Grandage