If You Don't Know Where You Are Going, Any Road Will Take You There.

regulus: wake up, we’re gonna be late to class

remus: merlin regulus shut up it’s 8 in the fucking morning

remus: wait

remus: what are you doing in our dorm

regulus: i uhm… i’m not here, you’re dreaming, it’s all an illusion

james: why would remus be dreaming about a shirtless regulus black laying next to me in bed trying to wake me up?

regulus: i don’t know what kind of weird things lupin dreams about

remus: excuse me, what the fuck is going on

james: you tell me… why are you dreaming about my boyfriend being shirtless

???? :)

✿ › the marauders ‹ ✿

james- making promises, adventures, curiosity, humble, infectious laugh, down to earth, the smell of grass, singing off key, sunsets, paint on clothing, and bravery.

sirius- loud music, summer nights, rosy cheeks, storytelling, clumsiness, persistence, vinyl records, tickle fights, leather jackets, animated hand gestures, dancing in the rain, and loyalty.

remus- wandering through forests, the smell of vanilla, poetry, forgiving, long hugs, freshly baked cookies, soft smiles, sarcasm, leather bound books, typewriters, and courage.

peter- traitorous,

The original Gryffindor quidditch team was everything tbh. 

kanye west: i’m running for president

all of us who have already gotten used to 2020’s fuckery:

How many times Minerva McGonagall had listened to the distant footsteps echoing in the long hallways of the castle after the curfew, how many times she had failed to catch them, how many times she resisted giving them detention after lecturing them, how many hilarious pranks she had seen and faked her disappointment, how many times she had looked at the happy faces of the boys teasing each other at any given opportunity, how many times she had caught them out of beds in the middle of the night to see the glorious, never fading grins on their young faces, how many times she had whispered under her breath, smiling, “God, let them never get old.”

And they never did.

And after them, all the footsteps sounded like them, but not quite. In all the pranks she saw them, but not quite. In all the smug grins she recognised them, but not quite. Everything and everyone reminded her of them, but not quite. How many times she had walked through the empty corridors, searching for remaining traces of them. And they were always there, but only enough to awake the burning nostalgia. They were there, but not quite.

 Never again had she wished for someone not to get old.

"he requested a later flight" gives me both hope and anxiety for the new c2c chapter

Ooooo yes.

sirius: oh fiddlesticks!!

remus: look, i get this is a tense situation, but let’s watch the fucking language

Somebody said muggle youtuber AU and I just had to

this little baby girl's power....truly unmatched