I really need the following alright alright v long post coming up

- Marauders era TV series

- I know I know, not groundbreaking, we all want this buuuuut let’s please think how brilliant it could be

- England/Scotland in the 70’s. Flared jeans, long scarves, blunt fringes, mini skirts and oversized jumpers.

- There are tumbling autumn leaves, wet tarmac, the VW beetle, record shops and lava lamps. Biscuit tins, tortoiseshell glasses, satchels, day trips to Edinburgh. The Hogwarts Express gleaming scarlet and smoke through heavy rain.

- Just think about the soundtrack; The Beatles, the Rolling Stones, Bowie, the Clash, the Who. Sirius channelling Lou Reed, the boys in London in muggle clubs laughing at the disco balls, James and Sirius dancing like lunatics, Peter smiling, Lupin eventually joining in after much persuasion and going absolutely mental, partly cause why hell not and partly to make James and Sirius crease up with laughter.

- Start it early enough that they’re still at school, in 6th or 7th year. Holidays at the Potter’s place. James and Sirius in the muggle world, arms slung round each other in the pub, roaring with laughter and drunk on fire whiskey (smuggled in) and mulled wine, fire crackling in one corner. Stumbling out at closing time onto snowy lanes and slipping home through silent falling snow and sparkling ice cold stars. Locked out and Sirius, dark hair damp and tumbling over one shoulder, picking the lock because muggle tricks are actually pretty handy every now and then. James snorting, arms folded, but grinning just the same.

- Daytimes at the Potters, lounging on the squishiest sofas and eating endless mince pies, shrugging into coats and scarves and smoking in the garden, stamping feet to fend off the cold. Travelling into town — coffee shops and record shops and train stations in a wintery gust, breath clouding in the air, cheeks pink.

- Hogwarts in the 70s. Young Minerva. Young Dumbledore. How is wizard society different? What spells are having their heyday? Are the Weird Sisters just starting out? What’s Hogsmeade like? 70s wizard shop fronts, robes in technicolour, the advent of self stirring cauldrons maybe, posters for THE CLEANSWEEP, newest and fastest broom yet

- Dusty classrooms, common rooms, eating stacks of toast in the sunshine by the lake.

- Lily. Lily in the summer holidays, wandering by the river in Spinner’s End with Sev, he surprisingly in place in the muggle world at the moment with his overlong, lanky hair. Throwing stones in the water, browsing the book shop together (they always seem to end up there) and then lying out in the late afternoon sun under their tree at the top of the hill, the town spread out beneath them, chimneys unfurling smoke, the rattle of busses just audible on the breeze. Sometimes Lily brings her Walkman and Sev always has to hide a smile at this odd little piece of muggle technology, but they lie there and in the end, when he’s at home in his bedroom under the eaves, trying not to listen to his parents arguing downstairs, he misses the sounds of Fleetwood Mac and Kate Bush and Eric Clapton.

- Underneath it all - a little out of reach, not quite pervading into the world of teenagers at the moment - Voldemort. Locking doors at night. Drawing the curtains. Amongst the adults, a wariness, a watchfulness, an unspoken knowing. Dark times. Maybe Sirius is the most aware, and the least willing to talk about it. They all know what the Blacks are like. There are kids at school - idiots - who’re really into still. The dark shit. And though they don’t ever really talk about it out loud (too much quidditch, girls, hogsmeade trips, teasing lupin, mocking sirius’s posters of james dean and debbie harry) there’s an unspoken awareness that after school they’ll be part of the anti Voldemort movement. In that hedonistic, dangerous 17 year old way they know they’ll be on the front line. Hard decisions are coming, for people so young. Lines will be drawn in the sand.

- Lily and James starting to date. Their two worlds merging. Lily sneaking down from the girl’s dorm after midnight to curl up in front of the fire with the boys, laughing quietly and playing chess and Lupin falling asleep first, always with a book in hand, slipping from his fingers.

- Lupin sitting the boys down quite seriously one evening (rain at the windows, a grey, squally sort of April day) and mildly saying they really ought to let Lily know about his furry little problem. James not saying anything but pulling him into the tightest hug.

- Lily and Sev starting to bicker more and more. In their final summer there is an air of finality. They don’t talk about the coming decisions which will inevitably take them in separate directions. They’ve argued at school already — muttering angrily in the library, outside the Gryffindor common room, Lily actually grabbing him and shaking him one day at the edge of the forest. They don’t want to waste their remaining time in fighting. Sev is taller now, much taller, and his long hair suits him. He’s quick and clever and deft and somewhere in her heart Lily knows he’s already started working for Voldemort. There’s something different about him. A glimmer of excitement, and a touch, too, of watchfulness. She thinks sometimes — one evening at the gate to his skinny and sooty house — that he’s going to tell her — but then he squeezes her arm, smiles sadly, and disappears inside.

- Petuniaaaa, getting frostier and frostier. James coming to stay. Their parents love him; Petunia can hardly stomach it at all. Sev sees Lily and James holding hands by the river, walking up the hill. He doesn’t call round to see her anymore, after that.

- The Order. Meetings, plans, underground, a Dumbledore even more energetic than now. Mad Eye, Alice and Frank, the Prewetts. The kids listen at doors and keyholes and as soon as they’re of age, they’re in. Kitchen table at the Potters littered with scrolls of paper, diagrams and blueprints and lists of names, half accurate sketches of dark marks, James running a frustrated hand through his hair and Lupin steepling his fingers under his chin and saying, patiently, they will get there in the end.

- LILY AND JAMES’S WEDDING. Sirius, roaring with laughter, the most beautiful man there and full of love and charm and joy. Lupin, a wry smile on his lips. Pettigrew, somewhat unnoticed in the crowd — because of course, the Potters have a crowd. At one point Lily is struck by the people who aren’t there — Tuney. Sev. But she shakes these thoughts from her head. There’s music into the night, Lily in white as beautiful as anything anyone’s ever seen, pre-raphealite with her long red hair. Wizard photographers, cameras flashing and coughing out smoke. Minerva McGonagall losing her hat on the dance floor. And at the end of the night when the crowds finally abate and only his marauders are left across the marquee, Sirius with long legs stretched up on the table, lazily creating golden bubbles with his wand, does Lily lean across to James and whisper in his ear; she’s pregnant. They’re going to have a baby boy.

- Finding their ideal cottage in Godric’s Hollow. All the more difficult in the middle of a war, all the more difficult when you have a death threat on your heads. Lupin turning up in his little yellow Beetle to help them move, Sirius rocking up on the bike and them roaring with laughter at how impractical that is. Moving in and decorating and gardening and flicking paint onto Lily’s face and collapsing into bed after such good, long days. Cooking dinner and people coming round cause the Potters are always glad to have people, there’s always space somewhere — haphazard kitchen table and chairs and pans of soup and cups of tea. Sirius sleeping on their sofa and then off again, and James increasingly frustrated at being trapped at home. News comes in slowly; they hear that Frank and Alice are also expecting a little boy.

- Where does Sirius go? REAMS of potential, of what he’s doing for the Order, working undercover, tailing death eaters, protecting vulnerable families, gathering information. Dark nights and dingy streets and Sirius on his motorbike, blending into the crowds. Reporting back to the Order. Flexing his muscles. Breathing in the air. Still using his old code name, a smile everytime he remembers where it comes from. Padfoot’s out.

- BABY HARRY. The party they had after. The delight on Sirius’s face as he lifts this tiny mirror image of his best friend, scruffy hair and bright green eyes. Lupin and Peter and Albus and Minerva and Alice and Molly and Arthur and Frank and Fabian bestowing their love their wishes — sometimes in person but mostly via Albus, because the Fidelius charm has been cast. And they’re hidden now. Life is quieter but still beautiful and Lily spends more time writing letters. She writes to Petunia, only once. Most days she thinks about writing to Sev but when it comes to it, she can’t. Foolish to try. He has moved on.

- Albus comes round to dinner as often as he can. He brings news, which he knows they appreciate. He chucks baby Harry under the chin and smiles, blue eyes twinkling. One evening he asks to borrow James’s invisibility cloak. Just to examine, he assures them. It’s a fascinating magical object.

- There’s like SO much more. Lupin’s home life?? Severus’s?? Sirius at home in the summer, blazing rows with his family. Kreacher creeping about. KREACHER DISAPPEARING ONE NIGHT CAUSE HE’S GOING TO THE LOCKET AND THE LAKE. REGULUS!!!! An episode on mostly Petunia. Grumpy boy with very little neck keeps glancing at her in the office where she temps in the summer. Sirius and James learning to drive! Maybe a holiday in Europe somewhere at some point, maybe a quidditch match somewhere (is this the Chudley Cannons heyday??). THERE’S SO MUCH. Snape and Voldemort. The OG death eaters; Lucius and Bellatrix and Regulus. Battles. The Longbottom’s tragedy. The murder of the Prewetts. Molly finding the watch she’ll later give to Harry on his 17th birthday. AHHHH.

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foxy-mulder:

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youcantcancelquidditch:

colin firth’s most important role is the scene in bridget jones diary when he’s cooking with his sleeves rolled up and sexy music is playing in the background. like then he goes outside and beats the shit out of hugh grant to “it’s raining men” but stops to pay for someone’s dinner when he bumps into their table, while beatingg the shit out of hugh grant. that’s what women want. 

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So I just posted this wildly long Sirius Black appreciation thread on twitter and thought here seemed like a pretty appropriate place to share it too — can we just take a moment to acknowledge just how heartbreakingly, guttingly tragic this man’s life was?? It is prettyyyy long, apols! I’m rereading POA and deep in my feelings. I’d say trigger warnings for PTSD, trauma, and lots and lots of sadness.

1. Born into a family who’s every principle he disagreed with, surrounded as a child by only the darkest witches and wizards and yet somehow uncorrupted, unwavering in his beliefs at only ELEVEN, despite the ostracisation he must’ve suffered at home by not conforming to the will of his family.

2. So this good-hearted boy spends a brief childhood at Hogwarts, looking over his shoulder and defending himself again and again, aware of raised eyebrows and judgement because everyone knows about the Blacks and their history with the Dark Arts.

3. Despite this though, he’s happy here. He finds acceptance and joy and people, laughter, spirit. Lily, James, Remus, Peter. It’s manageable, but these happy years are punctuated by summers at Grimmauld Place, where I’m sure after spending time with his contemporaries, the grievousness of his family’s beliefs must’ve become only more clear.

4. Voldemort’s steady ascension to power. Lily, James, Remus, Peter, the Order rallying round. The fear that must’ve penetrated every part of their lives, but the knowledge that they had each other. In the face of the impending war, at only 18, they know they would die for each other.

5. After Hogwarts, no part of Sirius’s adult life takes place in a world without the threat of Voldemort, spies, and dark magic. Still looking over his shoulder, plagued by the ever impending thought that those closest to him are the most at risk, and the thought as well he can trust absolutely no one - even eventually suspecting Remus might be a spy. The darkest of times.

6. Made Secret-Keeper at TWENTY ONE (HE IS SUCH A CHILD STILL, PART OF A REBELLION AGAINST MASS TERROR, WHICH HIS FAMILY STILL ALIGN THEMSELVES WITH I MEAN THIS GUY JESUS) and with no one to talk to, he makes what he thinks is a decision that will protect his friends - never mind that, his family; because what were the marauders, Lily, the order, if not the best and kindest family he had ever known?‬ ‪

7. And that decision, that decision made by him and him alone, no way to assuage this guilt, annihilates the lives of those people he loved the most.

8. And then in the aftermath of this, left reeling, probably suffering PTSD from being confronted with scene of Lily and James’s murder and their little boy, crying in the rubble of their house - a house he likely had memories in, a safe, happy place, cooking dinner with Lily and James, playing wine tinged games of Exploding Snap, laughing and playing with baby Harry - he discovers that one of his longest, oldest friends has betrayed them absolutely. Has been lying to them for at least a year.

9. And then before even processing this - he is condemned. Falsely imprisoned SO YOUNG in the most hellish place imaginable. Imagine trying to process that trauma in Azkaban. For twelve years, from 21 to 33, Sirius is utterly, utterly alone. Drained of hope, joy, peace, and with only the knowledge that the decision he made led to the death of his best and most wonderful friends. Knowing that everyone who loved him has turned their backs. Will think, forever, that he’s a traitor.

10. I mean let’s just take a minute here because surely his development is arrested here, at 21 years old, because how much can you mature and grow in Azkaban? It makes so much sense because later he is still so youthful and so reckless; he is 21 still, this poor poor ruined man.

11. He escapes. Barely clinging to his sanity but still with that tiny kernel of good, because he breaks out, don’t forget, not to save himself or clear his name, but because he is worried that Pettigrew will hurt Harry.

12. And then he’s forced to skulk around his old school, the one place he felt loved and accepted, forced to break into the common room he must have so many memories of. The descriptions of him in POA are so heartbreaking; he is shrunken, skeletal, gaunt, sunken, he speaks as though he hasn’t in years

13. WHICH HE PROBABLY HADNT can you imagine being ALONE for TWELVE YEARS?? And to be in the Shrieking Shack with Lupin and Snape and Pettigrew again - this is literally the first time he’s interacted with people in over a decade and it’s the same people and the same place he knew as a boy; how this man remained so sane is incredible.

14. And then there’s a glimmer of hope! Redemption! For all of about an hour, in the school that holds the happiest memories of his life, the only place really he has ever spent any time apart from Azkaban - the life he should always have had is a real possibility. He could be a free man. An innocent man.

15. But no, fuck that. After almost LOSING HIS SOUL and being held for execution in the only real home he’s ever known, he’s forced to flee again. To live alone, without company or distraction or joy, love or friends or warmth or food or magic. An outcast, still looking over his shoulder. For such an exuberant, brilliant, personable man - now in full possession of the mental faculties Azkaban strips you of - how lonely, and acutely aware of his loneliness, all he has lost, he must be.

16. Any chance of it getting better? NOPE. After being confined to Azkaban, then to random, lonely, isolated caves, he has to return to the childhood home he loathed so much, to be locked up there not only with all the memories that it must evoke, but the living wandering embodiment of his dead family’s ideals in Kreacher, breathing down his neck. Never allowed out.

17. Sirius had so much energy, and he’d been trapped for so, so long, and now he knows everyone else is out there, contributing, working, living, fighting - it must be maddening. To him it must’ve seemed like the world was on pause. When he went in, he was working with the Order, and Voldemort was at the height of his power. When he comes out, Voldemort’s building it right back up and the Order are back in business.

18. Maybe he thinks he’s gonna be a part of that rebellion again - finally, he can flex his muscles be part of something, do something, let out some of this pent up energy that’s been building for over a decade - but no. Trapped again. And if he does sneak out, it’s not as a man, how long since he stretched his legs? Wasn’t afraid of being seen?

19. But then the chance comes - Harry in danger - and with the spirit of a 21 year old, goddamn it if he’s going to sit idly by whilst everyone he knows risks their lives to save the last surviving remnant of Lily and James, the two people who’s deaths must still haunt him every.single.day.

20. And then in this moment - perhaps the only time he’s been out and surrounded by people, life, magic, something actually //happening//, because although it’s awful, terrible, it must be exhilarating, the first real thing to happen to him in fifteen years, he is OUT and RUNNING and FUCKING DOING SOMETHING, FIGHTING - he dies. At 36. He never lived without fear or persecution.

21. And that’s it. From one prison to another, for the entirety of his brief and tragic adulthood. Trapped by walls or circumstance, frozen at 21 and never able to live any sort of life that wasn’t governed by fear and by looking over his shoulder. Sirius Black was never free.

WELL I’m just gonna go weep for a bit. Anyone made it to the end of this, you’re a trooper and do feel free to come join me in my marauder tinged tears.

2 things.

1. do any of u remember me ive become the least consistent on here like what’s it been. months? i dont know.

2. is it ok to spend a saturday at home with no plans bc honestly it makes me feel like im wasting my entire life

seintslaurent:

“… and the more hurt she gets, the more venomous she grows.”

— Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights (via silverskywalker)

is it just me or boy do we all need to sit at an open window and watch the rain fall for a while? summer air fill me like a sail; I will float on to better waters