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OMG, U BACK TT

LOLLL idk how back i am to be honest i just am kind of lurking around so to say

#but yes!! hello!!!! #tis i

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girlboss lily evans

#you agree

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loser remus lupin

#you agree

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hello marauders fandom whatd i miss in these. five months (wtf) i’ve been missing

#whats the tea #whats the drama #are there any new fancasts and or hcs that the fandom has collectively accepted #!!!

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walburga sighed. “you are acting childish, regulus.”

“it’s not fair that sirius gets to sit with you, the rosiers and everyone else who is important and gets to have a polite and enjoyable conversation with everyone, and i’m stuck babysitting,” regulus hissed, spitting out the last word.

walburga clipped his ear, but soothed the sting with the rub of a gloved finger and a cold, silver ring.

“do not be ridiculous, regulus.” she tsked, looking at sirius with a frown, who had previously given his brother a superior smile. “sirius has to start fulfilling his role as the heir of the house, of course he has to sit with us and make conversation, like a good head of the house would; if that means you are to be stuck with taking care of the less… pleasant, then so be it.”

“it’s not fair!” regulus murmured, looking away from her. “why does he always get to do the less mundane things?”

“because i’m less mundane than you,” sirius chuckled; walburga gave him a look, under an arched, quirked eyebrow.

“don’t make fun of your brother, sirius.”

“i’m stating the obvious,” he chirped, as walburga sat up from her throne-like chair and brushed her dress down with an exasperated, exaggerated huff. an elegant one, black and sleek, a pearl necklace hugging her pale neck.

“i will have none of this puerile nonsense when at dinner. now, sirius, come with me and greet the guests. you, regulus,” she said, her fingers wrapping around the doorframe, “straighten your tie. it’s crooked.”

#saw this again and having thoughts

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sleeping positions that fuck up your spine feel so good for no reason it’s literally the devil’s deepest temptation

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dumbledore sat at the table, patiently waiting for the arrival of who he was waiting for. his fingers lightly tapped at the wood, and the glass in front of him sat still full.

when the door entered, he instinctively looked up to see whether or not his gut feeling was right, and that who he had sat waiting for for the last half an hour had arrived.

a cloaked figure made its way towards him, gripping on its wand so tightly, it might have broken, had it not been a certain rogue delicacy to it.

“you’re early,” it murmured, pulling its chain with just the tips of fingers and sitting down.

dumbledore’s glasses fogged up as he smiled. “i consider punctuality to be one of my qualities,” he replied, signing the bartender to bring another drink. “now, you might have wondered why i chose to meet you here, instead of london.”

“in a dodgy pub in the middle of nowhere?” the other person scoffed, instinctively going to reach for the cloak before resigning, and bringing their hands on the table.

“yes, indeed. it is because with you being an influential person in london, but not necessarily so much in other parts of england, especially not somewhere with so little population, i thought this conversation would be quite more comfortable for both of us this way. we thought the information you posses could be of great interest to you, and could help overturn the war. you can ride yourself of the cloak…”

pulling the hood off their head, dumbledore was met with a pair of piercing grey eyes and neat, raven curls.

“regulus black.”

#something’s brewing #this might have other parts or be a standalone idk #we’ll see #also hello!!!! long time no see how have you guys been #regulus black #albus dumbledore #my writing

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I'm new to the marauders fandom so saintchaser and saintstar ? Who is the saint in question?

saint is mary! saintchaser is james and mary and sainstar is sirius and mary

#asks #anon asks

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sirius black is a sparrow hood variant

#i stand by this #sirius black

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do u support palestine?

yes, obviously

#asks

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your music taste is UGH exquisite

AGH thank you

#asks

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For anyone who’s ever wondered who they’d be in a 19th century novel

The wait is over: 19th Century Character Trope Generator

I’m “Meddlesome Bachelor with 2,000 pounds a year” yes please sign me up

#romantic suitor in want of a husband #seems legit considering how i can’t stay single

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Be honest... isn't it tiring being someone talented?

AW THANK YOU <33

#asks

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is your profile still marlene themed? or something else?

honestly idk i just found the pics on pinterest and thought they were cool 😭

#asks

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Walburga and Sirius from “back to the old house” by @saintlupin

for @rsbigbang <3

#if you look closely through the keyhole you can see me crying behind the door

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Illusion

You're deeply disinterested, right?

You are an illusion, a vain and impossible to reach dream; for I am looking for you, but I cannot find you. I have decided not to wait for you, not to run towards you; am I losing you?

Because sometimes I feel this way; either you slip through my fingers, or you collect pieces of me, worn out and lost, and you put them back together (I think?) and then I enjoy the illusion that is your temporary existence.

Sometimes I wonder if you even like me, or if you just like someone caring about you as much as I do. Someone who will listen to all your stories and be the shoulder you can rest your head on. Someone tangible, not like you, my dear; someone to be with, with whom you feel loved.

When will my turn come, taunting angel with a soul of stone?

#if this makes no sense i’m sorry </3 it’s because it was written in romanian at 4 am #my writing

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What was I made for?

I was made to love.

Where I find it, or the lack thereof;

I was made to braid hair and smile,

even when I haven’t felt loved for a while.

I was made to stay devoted

And to be quoted

When talking about the beauty of the writer

Of the poet, whose eyes shine brighter

Than the whole night’s sky

Searching for love, for an answer, to “why?”.

I was made to feel

feelings that are too big for me to conceal.

I’ve got a heart so full of everything,

and yet I ask to feel nothing.

But that’s just sometimes,

when I read between the lines,

searching for a deeper sense

to something so meaningless.

I was made not to dwell on the past,

because life passes by so fast.

And one day, I will realise

that everyone, including I, including those I love,

dies.

So why not live the moments that we have beautifully;

why, because one day we’ll be gone, presumably?

I was made to laugh and smile and live

and learn and love and give.

That’s the beauty of life, isn’t it?

How every day, we change, but just a little bit.

How we grow close

and see each other’s lows

and yet we stay,

because we’re all humans,

here for a reason,

at the end of the day.

#my writing #my poetry